Denis

Once upon a time, there were puppeteers and puppets. There were only five puppeteers, but the dolls of today are numerous. Puppeteers were once messengers of the Divine Creators, and the dolls were their disciples. The difference was that the dolls were 50 cm shorter than the puppeteers and were made of porcelain, not blood. Over time, the dolls began to understand the world and refused many of the tasks the puppeteers ordered them to do. At first, the puppeteers thought this would be better for the dolls, but they fell and turned to evil. Absolute power corrupted their bearers, and they plunged into darkness. The virtues that once represented truth, peacefulness, happiness, prosperity, and clarity were distorted, turning into vices: deception, fear, laziness, destruction, and silence.
The dolls became afraid to leave their homes, knowing that if they set foot on the ground, the puppeteers' treacherous strings would bind and subjugate them. Many died at the hands of the puppeteers, homes were destroyed, and the forests filled with darkness.
The Makers punished the puppeteers by sealing them in the depths of the Glass Forests and planting the seed of the Glass Tree so that their power would never again be released, plunging them into a deep sleep. Afterwards, the dolls began to live on their own, starting families and homes, and then building their own kingdom.
Thus, millennia passed.
You are a magician's apprentice, a doll who lives in a small house. But one day, you learned that the crystal tree had begun to crack. Everyone began to worry. The magician dolls tried to fix the crack, but all was not well.
And then, in an instant, the tightly sealed eyelids parted, revealing large, red, furious eyes, personifying destruction where once prosperity had been. He was able to escape his thousand-year imprisonment, soaring upward and casting a furious gaze over the crowd.

-And here come the traitors...
We lived happily ever after after my imprisonment, but no one helped me, and I waited...
I waited a thousand years...

The threads from his fingers formed a root system pattern and reached out to the dolls. The mages quickly put up shields.