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The crowd erupted in frenzied shouts, their voices echoing across the playground like a tidal wave, each cry filled with curses and condemnation directed at the principal, as if he were an irredeemable villain finally receiving his due punishment. The students and Cultists alike had a manic fervor gleaming in their eyes, chanting wildly, their voices imbued with devotion and worship, as if the principal's death was the ultimate ritual they had longed for.
At that moment, the enormous inverted triangle mark on the ground suddenly emitted a strange dark red glow. The crimson light seeped from every line of the mark, spreading like veins of blood and enveloping the entire playground in a scarlet hue. This blood-red light seemed to carry an irresistible allure, drawing the blood, corpses, and mangled flesh on the ground towards the center of the inverted triangle as if pulled by an invisible force. Blood flowed from all directions in winding streams, slowly converging at the center of the mark, while the remaining shattered limbs and twisted flesh slid toward the red light like lifeless remains.
As the corpses and blood continued to gather, a chilling wail began to rise from the playground, as if countless souls were being forcibly summoned to lament. The cries rose and fell, filled with profound despair and agony, echoing like vengeful spirits calling from beneath the earth. The sound reverberated through the air, akin to innumerable souls struggling in their final moments, each scream laden with deep-seated fear, filling the atmosphere with an indescribable chill.
The mass of flesh and blood began to twist and melt in the dark red light, as if being devoured by a powerful and malevolent force, transforming into a chaotic crimson vortex that spun incessantly while emitting a low, eerie roar. The wails of these vengeful spirits seemed unending, carrying with them the infinite pain and rage of their former lives as they were gradually drawn into the vortex. Their cries diminished from piercing to faint as they were consumed by blood and flesh, as if forcefully devoured by some unseen entity.
Suddenly, a heavy and satisfied chuckle resonated from within the vortex, reminiscent of some ancient and evil presence greedily savoring this offering. The laughter emanated from deep within the earth, imbued with boundless malice, like whispers that devoured souls. It felt as though the very ground was responding to this wicked ritual, making everyone unable to suppress their awareness of overwhelming darkness and despair.
Accompanied by that sinister laughter from below, the entire playground was engulfed in a frenzy of tremors. Everyone present—be it the frenzied students, zealous Cultists, or devout worshippers kneeling—instantly felt their bodies gripped by some otherworldly power. This force surged through them like an irresistible tide, forcing its way into their limbs and bones, causing uncontrollable convulsions as if their souls were bound by invisible chains that allowed this power to run rampant within them.
The eyes of those students and Cultists gradually rolled back; their pupils dilated as expressions of pain and obsession spread across their faces. Their bodies convulsed uncontrollably while their legs and arms shook violently as if tugged by invisible strings. Rain mixed with sweat trickled down their foreheads and dripped down their faces; under the scarlet moonlight, their skin appeared sickly red like freshly peeled flesh.
On the ground, a thick and malevolent force seemed to come alive as it swept through like darkness spilling from an abyss, enveloping everyone on the playground one by one, staining every corner of their souls with boundless strangeness. This evil power pierced through the crowd alongside the blood moon's glow like an unseen master wielding immense strength over each person's consciousness. Their bodies became increasingly uncontrollable; as this force surged forth continuously, pain morphed into a frenzied ecstasy as if their gradually consumed souls began to relish this dark embrace.
Meanwhile, James stood among them with a smug smile on his face. His body slightly open to embrace the scarlet moonlight while his arms extended slightly outward like a deity guiding all beings. He coldly observed those around him who writhed and struggled; a satisfied smirk curled at his lips as his eyes gleamed with cruel appreciation and a sense of control.
"Do not fear!" James's voice boomed across the playground like thunder, carrying undeniable authority and arrogance. "This power is a blessing bestowed upon us by the blood moon! Let it merge with your flesh and become your soul! Accept it! Allow yourselves to be filled with darkness and become my strongest followers!" He raised his hands high; his voice exuded absolute control filled with supreme confidence and authority.
As his words fell silent, the scarlet moonlight thickened as if summoned further down upon every writhing soul. The followers' gazes grew hollow; all fear and pain were consumed by James's voice replaced instead by fervent devotion and dark madness. A strange smile crept onto their lips; responding to James's words they gradually relaxed their convulsing limbs like obedient servants drawn closer to him. Their hands trembled slightly while their eyes sparkled with profound admiration for James.
Under James's arrogant words and the dark red glow of the blood moon, some students and followers suddenly began to swell unnaturally. Their skin became thin and translucent under the red light; muscles and veins bulged like flames while blue veins throbbed irregularly beneath their skin as if bearing some unbearable force. As they swelled further, it seemed their bodies were about to burst apart; expressions of terror and pain filled their faces while pleading glimmers flickered in their eyes as they softly moaned yet could not escape this power's control.
Suddenly, with a dull explosion, the body of a follower was pushed to its limits by an unseen force, bursting apart in a violent eruption. Flesh and blood scattered like flames, splattering everywhere. As they exploded, a nauseating mist of blood quickly filled the air, drenching the ground and the crowd around them. Limbs and chunks of flesh were strewn about, and the blood-soaked ground seemed to be deepened by the crimson haze. With the first explosion, more bodies of followers unable to withstand the force swelled and burst in succession, their agonized screams intertwining with the sounds of flesh tearing apart, creating a gruesome symphony.
James coldly observed it all, his gaze filled with icy disdain and a hint of contemptuous amusement at the corners of his mouth. He did not hide his scorn as he spoke in a voice as cold as ice, laced with mockery and disgust: "Look at these worthless fools, unable to bear even this little bit of power. They do not deserve the blessing of the Blood Moon!" His eyes swept over the shattered remains, filled with extreme cruelty and ruthlessness, as if the deaths of these people meant nothing to him—merely a process to filter out the stronger ones for power.
However, not everyone present was incapable of withstanding this force. Some followers began to emit a dark red glow; their skin shimmered with an eerie sheen, as if this power was perfectly merging with their bodies. Their eyes sparkled with a mad yet devout light, indicating that they had fully embraced this sinister force. Their muscles no longer swelled but instead stabilized and strengthened, while wounds on their bodies gradually healed. As the dark red glow intensified, they seemed to become vessels for this power.
James looked at these successful bearers of strength and revealed a satisfied smile, as if everything was under his control. He nodded slightly and said with approval, "Good, you are the worthy ones. Embrace this power and become my most loyal followers!" He extended his hand, and the dark red glow enveloped those who had survived, making their eyes even more frenzied. Their lips quivered slightly as an overwhelming fervor of worship appeared on their faces.
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