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As more students' heads exploded one after another, blood splattered everywhere. The twisted face emerging from the Pentagram continued to tear apart reality, transforming this space into an inescapable hell. The students in the office had long since collapsed, their sanity consumed by the shadows of fear. Each second felt as long as an eternity in purgatory, and when several students' heads burst like overripe fruit, the others completely lost control.
“No! This is impossible! It’s all a dream!” one student screamed frantically, his eyes flashing with madness. Gripping a metal candlestick from the nearby table, he lunged at another terrified student like a beast, utterly devoid of humanity. The candlestick came crashing down, shattering the innocent student's skull, blood and bone fragments flying in all directions.
“You're insane! Stop!” another student shouted, trying to intervene, but it was too late. The raging student turned around, roaring as he swung the candlestick without hesitation, his eyes filled with despair and madness.
“Help! Someone help!” someone screamed, clutching their head tightly, desperately trying to escape the bloody massacre. However, they were trapped in this otherworldly space; all the doors led to the same hellish room. No matter how fast they ran, they could not escape this nightmare. A few students began to tear at each other and fight, seemingly consumed by fear and unable to control themselves; their weapons became tools of slaughter.
Laf stood in the corner, watching this insane massacre unfold before her eyes. Her gaze was filled with despair and chaos; she could hardly believe what was happening. This was her beloved Moonshadow Society, the esoteric knowledge she held as truth… and now everything had turned into fear and death. The hellish scene before her seemed to shred the last remnants of her sanity.
“This isn’t real… it can’t be real…” Laf murmured with a trembling voice, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Her spirit began to crumble under the weight of this indescribable dark power. Those who once shared her passion for mysticism had now turned into feral beasts, slaughtering and tearing each other apart. Their blood stained the office she had once regarded as sacred.
“Professor… this can’t be happening…” She fell helplessly to the ground, covering her face with her hands as she cried out in anguish. Her faith, her dreams—everything collapsed in this darkness. The one she idolized, James, was revealed to be the mastermind behind this horrific spectacle.
“Why… why did it come to this?” Laf's voice was swallowed by the boundless darkness; she cried out in pain, but around her, the students had descended into madness—no one could hear her cries. James stood at the center of the Pentagram, blood dripping from his hands like a guiding force for the dark ritual, a strange smile curling at his lips as he watched this chaotic revelry with satisfaction.
Everything was just as he had designed.
As that indescribable entity fully emerged from beneath the Pentagram's array, the air in the room seemed to be sucked away; the entire office became oppressively heavy as dark energy spread like thick fog. The figure of that thing was blurred and unnamable, seemingly composed of countless twisted souls; innumerable eyes opened on its body, their gazes penetrating through space and staring at everyone. Its putrid flesh was enveloped in thick slime, dark tendrils writhing like evil serpents while emitting a nauseating stench.
James stood atop that entity's head like a ruler controlling everything, looking down upon the chaotic scene below. Bloodshed and death spread throughout this space while victory shone brightly in James's eyes. He raised his hands and chanted ancient incantations in a deep and powerful voice that seemed to resonate with that terrifying presence. Standing high above that horrific creature, he gazed down at the students below with a slight smirk on his lips, filled with contempt for their suffering.
“At last…” James's voice was low and distant, like a whisper from the abyss, “everything belongs to me now.”
As the evil entity fully emerged, chaos enveloped the scene. A frenzied aura filled the room, and an uncontrollable fear tore apart the sanity of everyone present. The dark essence seeped into the hearts of all, plunging them into an endless madness.
Laf collapsed to the ground, pushed to the brink of despair. Her eyes were filled with terror and hopelessness, her mind shattered. She could not comprehend how this academy, once brimming with dreams and hopes, had transformed overnight into such a hellish nightmare. The once revered Professor James now stood atop the head of that malevolent being, looking down upon everything with disdain.
"This can't be happening... this can't be..." she trembled, whispering in agony as her hands shook and clutched her face. Fear, despair, and madness overwhelmed her heart until she could bear it no longer. With a sudden motion, she plunged her hands into her eye sockets, a scream piercing through the air.
"Ahhh!" Laf shrieked in a chilling wail, her hands forcefully tearing her own eyeballs from their sockets, blood and tears streaming down her face. Her expression was a mix of pain and insanity, as crimson liquid sprayed from the gaping holes where her eyes had been.
The surrounding students were horrified by this sight, their minds unraveling as screams echoed around them. The air was thick with a putrid stench and an evil presence, as if all light and hope had been devoured; this place had become a realm of hell.
Laf's body lay in a pool of blood as the frantic wails of her classmates filled the air alongside the sounds of mutual slaughter. The office was left in endless chaos and death. The evil entity continued to swell, as if it sought to consume the entire space; nothing could halt its invasion. Despair permeated the atmosphere, and dark power completely seized control of this world.
James stood atop that abomination, taking a deep breath as if savoring the destruction and fear surrounding him. A faint smile curled at his lips; everything was proceeding according to his plan. In this world, there was no longer any light to save them.
Amidst this chaotic hellscape, one figure knelt distinctly apart from the rest—her movements devout and serene, creating a stark contrast to the surrounding fear and madness. Her form stood out in the shadows as if wrapped in some invisible glow, exuding an unusual beauty. This beauty was not of common gentleness or kindness but bore a hint of wicked sanctity—a radiance amidst darkness that was both contradictory and harmonious. She knelt there with unwavering resolve; her face showed no trace of fear or pain but rather an incredible calmness and submission, as if all this madness had nothing to do with her.
James's gaze fixed intently on this figure from atop the twisted monstrosity; intrigue flickered in his eyes. She seemed out of place in this frenzied ritual yet perfectly aligned with it—as if she were born for this moment. Her knees pressed against the ground, hands respectfully resting on her thighs; her head bowed slightly while her lips moved gently as if reciting some ancient prayer. Her eyes radiated a cool devotion as if she had accepted all that lay within this darkness and offered herself to it.
James furrowed his brow as he scrutinized her face—astonished to recognize Emma, the teaching assistant from the archaeology department. He remembered her but knew she was not part of the Moonshadow Society. Typically introverted and serene, she possessed an unparalleled passion for academia, particularly focused on ancient civilizations. Yet at this moment, her image diverged completely from James's past memories. No longer was she that unassuming assistant; instead, she resembled an evil queen endowed with mysterious power and dignity. The strength emanating from her seemed even more potent amidst the chaos, resonating with the dark forces summoned by James.
"How intriguing," James mused inwardly. His focus remained locked on Emma as his curiosity deepened. He could not fathom why she was here or explain her current demeanor. Nevertheless, everything about it excited him further because he realized that this ritual would not unfold as he had imagined—Emma's presence seemed to disrupt some established balance.
A playful smile crept across James's lips as he stood over the dark creature, gazing down at Emma while speculating endlessly about her origins and intentions. Was she here seeking power? Or did she wish to join their dark revelry?
Emma slowly lifted her head, her gaze meeting James's. In her eyes, there was a deep and inscrutable mystery. She remained silent, simply watching James as if waiting for him to unveil the madness that lay ahead.
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