'Oh? The little imp evolved! Way to go, Nookie!'
Shye was ready to step in if the little imp needed help. He hadn't anticipated that his Necrollin Puppeteer would evolve into a Necrollin Master Puppeteer—a hidden blessing within the danger little Nookie faced.
However, Nookie wasn't so little anymore; it had grown to the size of a child, standing about four and a half feet tall, though it didn't resemble one at all.
Its limbs were now disturbingly long and thin, and its face resembled that of a sinister demon as if it had crawled straight out of a horror story.
It looked like something that would haunt one's nightmares, appearing if they went to sleep without praying for a guardian angel's protection.
"You'll all pay for destroying my precious Bambee! Even if you try to escape now, I'll hunt each and every one of you to the edges of the world!"