Pinhead From Puppet Master Novels & Stories

The collective sound sent a fresh chill down her spine. Stringmaster, standing by the box, spread their hands, the strings embedded in their skin glowing red. Arah could feel the power, hear the faint hum of magic. With a swift flick of their wrists, the white puppets shot into the air, bathed in crimson light, floating like grim specters. She watched in awe.

"This is our fault, Elder Langdon. We won't do it again!" "Elder Langdon, I refined this puppet using my oldest disciple. His physique is strong, and he's a martial nirvana. Please treat this as my apology." Thorn suddenly remembered he had a good-quality zombie puppet and quickly offered it.