What happened to me?
Was I possessed?
No, this was different from possession. I couldn't feel any coldness.
Sifa suddenly recalled the String-Pulling Marionette and the abilities of this mystical item. His current condition was like having his Spirituality Threads initially controlled. (-_-) (-_-)
In other words, the Cyril across from him might not be the real one, but someone transformed through a Faceless's abilities.
He was a Marionettist!
Judging by the String-Pulling Marionette's abilities, after the initial control, the Marionettist would only need three to five minutes to turn me into a marionette!
During this process, the control of the Spirituality Threads couldn't be interrupted. So long as he could disrupt the ability... Sifa found it increasingly difficult to think.
At that moment, the muscles on Cyril's face began to writhe. Soon, he transformed into a thin-cheeked man with brown hair and blue eyes.
He looked at Sifa and smiled, but his expression abruptly changed. He flipped backward off the sofa he had been sitting on.
A blaze of crimson fire shot up, instantly setting the sofa alight, yet it did not harm the Marionettist.
However, because he had moved and been distracted, his control over Sifa inevitably weakened.
Seizing that fleeting chance, Sifa raised a hand and made a grabbing motion, as if trying to seize something.
All of a sudden, the Marionettist discovered that his ability to control Spirituality Threads had vanished.
Steal Skill!
He froze for a moment, as though he understood something, then cried out, "You're a Fire Thief?"
At the same time, he saw Sifa raise his hand. The Marionettist instinctively sprang away, flinging several cards that flew toward Sifa like throwing knives.
He decided to retreat.
With his most crucial ability stolen, the Marionettist had effectively lost half his combat strength. He had