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The sound of James's snap echoed like an invisible shackle, instantly shattering the silence of the night. The Director of Education, seated in his chair, froze at the sound, then slowly lifted himself from the seat, floating in the air like a leaf freed from gravity. An unseen force raised his body and began to move him toward the group of kneeling students below, as if he were a helpless marionette being manipulated. His limbs stiffened, his legs trembled involuntarily in a desperate attempt to struggle, but he found that this power had completely stripped him of all control, rendering him utterly defenseless.
As the Director's body was controlled by James's power and floated slowly downward, his face contorted in horror, his eyes wide with unmasked fear. They bulged as if ready to pop, the corners twitching from sheer terror, beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead and soaking his cheeks, offering no relief from the suffocating dread. A weak and trembling sound escaped his throat as he tried to scream, but it was as if his voice had been choked off entirely; it emerged only as a series of powerless groans, drowned out by the darkness and eerie atmosphere.
"Please... let me go..." His lips quivered as he repeated these words over and over, as if engaged in a futile prayer. Yet deep down, he knew that no one could hear him, and no one would come to save him.
The torches around them flickered slightly in the darkness, casting an eerie red glow over the playground. The students kneeling on the ground raised their heads one by one, their eyes hollow yet filled with a strange hunger. Their gazes were like those of starving wolves, fixated on the floating figure of the Director, excitement and desire gradually surfacing in their eyes. The Director's fear swelled rapidly within him, like an invisible flood overwhelming his will. He felt as if he were surrounded by a pack of wild beasts; these students looked less than human and more like predators craving flesh and blood. Each pair of eyes glinted like fiery blades, tearing into his body and reaching for his soul.
"Please... spare me..." he silently pleaded, throat constricted and unable to produce even a whisper. His hands clenched tightly, fingertips turning pale from exertion as they trembled; the muscles in his face twisted grotesquely from extreme fear, as if he were on the verge of collapse. His body drew closer to the heads of the students below him, and those armed with knives seemed to sense his approach; their hunger intensified as their hands trembled slightly around the knife handles yet remained motionless, quietly kneeling on the ground, waiting for James's command.
James stood on the podium, coldly surveying everything before him with a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He reveled in this terrifying silent play, enjoying the Director's helpless struggles and the fervor of his followers as if it were a meticulously planned feast. To him, the Director's pain and terror were merely embellishments in this "ritual."
"No... no..." Tears streamed uncontrollably down the Director's face, wetting his cheeks. Memories of his glorious moments at this school flashed through his mind; however, at this moment, all those past achievements and pride turned to dust, leaving only endless fear and helplessness. His body was entirely under James's control now, floating above those knife-wielding students—so close yet unable to escape. The kneeling students' eyes sparkled with intense light as if they awaited James's final command to savor this "sacrifice."
The Director's chest heaved violently; breathing became rapid and labored as if he were trapped in hell. A faint whimper escaped his throat due to despair while his gaze flickered between terror and pleading. The surrounding darkness enveloped him completely; only the remaining firelight illuminated his helpless eyes that flickered with unspoken despair and pain.
Meanwhile, James merely watched coldly with a certain sadistic satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He knew that this impending "sacrifice" would only make him stronger and that this dark feast was just beginning.
James stood on the podium with excitement glimmering in his eyes; his voice grew increasingly fervent, imbued with a hypnotic allure. "Tonight is not an ordinary night," he raised both arms like a priest presiding over a sinister ritual; his voice echoed across the playground igniting endless dark desires. "The Blood Moon is about to descend upon us! You loyal followers can offer your devotion and fervor through sacrifice!"
His gaze swept coldly over the students below him while a cruel yet satisfied smile graced his lips. "Only through purest sacrifice—most brutal and fearless—can you truly reveal the Blood Moon and let its blessings shine upon your souls. This will not be your penance but your glory! And I—your one true king—shall ascend further with this power to become an unbeatable existence!"
James's words burned like flames within the hearts of the students, stirring their deepest madness and adoration. The kneeling students' expressions twisted into wild frenzy; their lips trembled slightly while some even unconsciously opened their mouths, drool slipping from their lips onto the ground below. Their gazes fixed entirely on the floating Director above them as if he were an irresistible feast. Their eyes were hollow yet sparkled with hunger; it seemed their minds had been utterly consumed by James's words—waiting for just a single command from him to shatter all rational restraint and pounce forward for the most brutal sacrifice imaginable.
"You are ready!" James's voice grew more fervent, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Let the Blood Moon witness your loyalty! Let it see the madness you are willing to embrace for me—your king!"
He paused for a moment, his gaze burning with a frenzied intensity as he looked down at the followers he had completely ensnared. "Tonight, the Blood Moon will shine even brighter because of your actions. Your sacrifices will bring forth its blessings, and I shall become the true master of this dark night!"
The students below were poised for action, each gripping their blades tightly, their eyes bloodshot and filled with a frenzied desire. Some could barely contain their low, guttural breaths. Saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths as they fixated solely on the hunger for sacrifice, their supreme adoration for their king, James, and the mad craving for the fragile life of the Director.
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