Tinman Runner.
If there was one good thing about having a metal body, it would be the perpetual lack of sensation compared to that of real, biological, nervously stimulated flesh.
'This is... interesting.'
With no need to breathe air thanks to a lack of lungs, Cain realized he could run like this forever, and never get tired for as long as he had mana.
Somehow, in a very strange turn of events, his plan had managed to work.
Right now, his real body and the rest of Boulder's squad were making their way through the jungle of buildings and large patches of bare wasteland towards the Dome of Sands.
Most of the Devils were busy chasing after this false body of his.
To make it even more plausible, he had installed a single magic circle in the abdominal region of the puppet that would release a ball of flames towards an attacker.