Michael had observed how the other monsters under that controller moved.
They felt wrong—alive, but hollow. Like puppets with no soul, acting only on the will of another.
They weren't undead, not in the traditional sense. Their bodies were fully alive. Yet something essential was missing.
They were like living machines
Their stiff, emotionless movements reminded him of robots—flawless in function, but devoid of life. It wasn't a bad analogy.
And if that was the case, they shouldn't have been able to show things like pain, frustration, or anger
Yet this Forest Ape… it had.
Michael remembered several moments during the fight. Times where it seemed the monster could've gone for the kill—but didn't. Its attacks had aimed for his limbs, not his vitals.
Almost like it was trying to cripple him.
"…Is it trying to capture me? To control me?"
The thought crept in.
