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A powerful surge of dark energy gradually coalesced beneath the Pentagram, the oppressive atmosphere nearly suffocating. The candle flames flickered violently, casting shadows that danced erratically as James recited his incantation, causing the energy to take form. At the center of the Pentagram, a distorted face began to emerge, as if a malevolent spirit was clawing its way out of the abyss. The visage was grotesquely contorted, as if pulled by countless vengeful souls, with sunken eye sockets and a mouth that emitted silent screams, conveying endless pain and madness.
As this face materialized, a putrid odor filled the office, making it hard to breathe. Dark tendrils slowly spread from the edges of the Pentagram, threatening to tear apart and consume the space. These tendrils twisted and writhed like living creatures, clinging to the walls and ceiling, transforming the entire office into their hunting ground. The stench mingled with the shadows, shredding the boundaries of reality; the space began to warp, with walls and ceilings no longer appearing as solid structures but rather as fluid images.
"What... what is this thing?" a student screamed in terror, trembling so violently that she could barely stand. Her eyes were filled with despair, her body chilled as if the world around her was collapsing.
"Run! Get out of here!" another student shouted, his voice quaking with fear. He turned and yanked open the office door in a desperate attempt to escape the madness. However, as soon as he opened it, he was horrified to find himself still staring at that bizarre office!
"What’s happening!? I... I can’t get out!" Panic surged through him as he realized he was trapped; his eyes widened in deepening terror. He repeatedly tried to push open the door only to find himself back in that dark and foul-smelling space each time, as if he had stepped into an alternate dimension severed from reality.
"It’s impossible… We’re trapped! This isn’t real!" another student cried out in despair, eyes wide as they fixated on the disintegrating space where walls seemed to dissolve into grotesque patterns.
The rotting dark power surged forth from the Pentagram, its tendrils thrashing about, tearing apart any sense of reality inch by inch and revealing the lurking darkness and madness beneath. Some students huddled in corners in sheer disbelief at what lay before them. Laf stood beside James, her eyes glimmering with a mix of fervor and fear.
"Professor… where are we?" Her voice trembled, fear intertwining with an unsettling excitement for the unknown.
James remained at the center of the Pentagram, a strange smile on his face as if everything was going according to his plan. Blood continued to drip from his palms while his murmurs grew more frantic, as if he were summoning something even more terrifying.
"This place is no longer your familiar world…" James whispered hoarsely yet powerfully. "Welcome to another dimension."
As that twisted face emerged from the center of the Pentagram and dark tendrils writhed in the air, a foul stench enveloped the office. Several students with weaker nerves broke down completely. The indescribable terror before them exceeded their limits of endurance. The frontmost students turned pale instantly; their eyes became hollow as if their souls had been siphoned away by this dark force.
"No… no… this isn’t real…" one student muttered vacantly, staring blankly at the distorted face while his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
As fear surged like a tidal wave, their hands clutched their heads tightly, as if trying to block out the ever-expanding pain and pressure within their minds. However, as the dark power grew stronger, this sensation of expansion rapidly intensified, as if some malevolent force was tearing at their sanity, devouring their will.
"My head... it's going to split open!" one student screamed, his voice desperate and hoarse. He pressed his hands firmly against his skull, shaking his body frantically, but could not stop the bomb-like pressure that was overwhelming him.
In the next moment, a chilling "bang" echoed through the silent space! The student's head exploded in an instant, blood and brain matter splattering across the surrounding floor and walls. The shattered remains of his skull fell silently to the ground, his body collapsing like a lifeless puppet.
"No! Oh God! What is happening?!" A terrified cry came from another corner, followed by another dull "bang." Under the weight of fear, another student's head also burst open, like a ripe fruit being crushed violently, blood spraying onto the faces of nearby classmates.
Screams erupted in waves as the students were plunged into extreme terror and madness. The air was thick with a nauseating stench; the metallic scent of blood mingled with the odor of ruptured brain matter. Some students completely lost control, screaming as they attempted to escape this nightmarish space. But no matter how fast they ran, outside remained that eerie office. This place had become their prison—a dimension from which there was no escape.
James stood calmly at the center of the pentagram, surveying the chaotic scene with a slight smile playing on his lips, as if everything was unfolding just as he had anticipated. His eyes sparkled with boundless ecstasy; the sacrifice had begun. The taste of blood and the fear of death were gradually pushing this group of students toward the abyss of madness.
"More sacrifices... more fear..." James whispered to himself, satisfied as he watched the turmoil unfold. It was as if this chaos was a perfectly orchestrated drama he had designed, and these innocent students were merely pawns in his ascent to ultimate power.
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