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James stood on the platform, his eyes shimmering with an unusual light as he surveyed the scene of destruction and chaos before him. A satisfied smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he nodded slowly, unable to conceal his ecstatic delight. At this moment, this battlefield was the perfect vision he had longed for in his heart. People were tearing at each other, tormenting one another, struggling futilely for a meaningless existence, only to sink into this cold pool of blood like a group of ignorant and arrogant ants destined for failure.
James slightly closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the foul air, as if the scent of slaughter was the most precious fragrance in the world. He opened his eyes, which were cold and filled with arrogance, murmuring softly, "Yes... this is what I want—burn everything, destroy everything. The struggles, pain, and failures of this world are all self-chosen by these ignorant fools. What a pity that only I—only I—am destined to succeed in this world."
With that thought, James threw back his head and laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the playground with arrogant confidence and supreme satisfaction over the destruction. His laughter pierced through the chaotic night sky like a blade, momentarily halting the cruel actions of the students as if they were stunned by the evil within that laughter. As his laughter faded, James coldly turned around to face the principal, who was already filled with terror.
With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible force compelled the principal's body to float slowly into the air like a lifeless puppet, struggling in fear but unable to escape. James pulled the principal up into the sky above the playground, like two deities looking down upon mere mortals, surveying this hellish battlefield from above. His gaze was icy and filled with sinister glee as his voice rang out clearly across the playground with an irresistible command.
"End him!" James's voice was deep and oppressive as he fixed his sharp gaze on Young Official, who lay on the ground with barely a breath left, a satisfied yet cruel smile on his face. He coldly watched the students in the arena as if waiting for their further madness, anticipating a new peak in this destruction.
Several students were incited by James's words, their eyes growing more frenzied as they approached the broken body of the official with inhuman smiles, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing their last morsel. They gripped blood-soaked weapons tightly in their hands, their eyes sparkling with excitement and mad joy at destruction as they awaited to completely shred this pitiful soul's final breath.
In no time at all, the students had torn Young Official's body into a chaotic mass of flesh; what was once a complete human form now lay reduced to a pile of indistinct remains scattered across the ground—blood and shattered bones strewn everywhere. Those deranged students seemed entirely consumed by dark forces, their gazes filled with madness and ecstasy as they scrambled toward the mangled body like starving wolves craving this remnant of "sacrifice." Their fingers were smeared with blood as they eagerly grabbed at broken limbs, tearing off pieces of flesh with fervor and clutching them tightly in their hands, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light as if the flesh symbolized some sacred power.
One student stumbled to his feet and crazily grasped the official's head, raising it high; its eyes remained wide open in terror, frozen in despair and pain from its final moments—a silent accusation against everything before it. Yet none of this could touch those students lost in madness. Their gazes were hollow yet fervent, completely consumed by insanity. The student holding up the head wore an expression of frenzied devotion; his eyes trembled with extreme enthusiasm while a slight smile crept onto his lips as he hoarsely exclaimed with overwhelming excitement and ecstasy: "All hail the Blood Moon! Hail James!"
He shouted loudly, his voice piercing through the air with an almost frenzied devotion as if this bloodstained head was an ultimate gift he presented to James. Blood dripped from the head down his raised arm, staining his clothes and cheeks; yet he remained oblivious to it all, eyes filled with fervent madness as if this moment had become the most sacred offering of his soul.
His wild cries seemed to ignite a darkness deep within the hearts of those surviving students; about fifty or sixty remaining raised their blood-soaked hands high into the air, their expressions twisted and fervent. Their faces were smeared with blood; their eyes sparkled with bloodlust as they became completely intoxicated by this sacrificial revelry. They raised their hands high and emitted piercing cries that gradually coalesced into one chaotic chorus echoing across the playground: "All hail the Blood Moon! Hail James!"
Their voices seemed to penetrate through the night sky with an eerie pressure that shook the very air around them as if even heaven and earth trembled at their sound. Those blood-soaked students wore expressions of madness; their bodies trembled with excitement while they kept their hands raised high towards the night sky as if wanting to offer all living beings up for sacrifice. Their faces were filled with joy and devotion; their eyes brimmed with uncontrollable insanity—as if at that moment, the Blood Moon was their only faith and James was undoubtedly their god.
James stood above on high in the playground, looking down upon this frenzied sacrifice before him with a satisfied smile on his face. His gaze was cold yet contemptuous but sparkled with an unusual delight. He looked down at these followers kneeling before him with pride and satisfaction in his eyes as if he held dominion over all existence. He reveled in this feeling of superiority over all beings, feeling dark power from the Blood Moon surge into his soul like a tidal wave propelling him towards ultimate heights.
Under his gaze, the university students appeared completely controlled by dark forces, their faces twisted as they fervently proclaimed their loyalty to the Blood Moon and their devotion to James. Their hands were stained with blood, transforming the playground into a scarlet hell, and the frenzied expressions of piety on their faces filled James with unparalleled satisfaction and ecstasy. He tilted his head back, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth, reveling in the surge of destructive power.
"This is true faith..." James murmured to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
The moon in the night sky seemed to respond to the madness below, gradually taking on a dark red hue. The bright crimson light spread like blood, enveloping the entire world in a scarlet aura. The blood-red moon hung high in the sky, resembling a cold and bloodthirsty eye silently watching the chaos below, as if savoring this frenzied sacrifice. Moonlight spilled onto the playground, deepening with the blood-red glow, casting the entire area into a hellish red.
Emma and the other Cultists appeared utterly conquered by the power of the red moon, their faces filled with fervor and devotion as they knelt in unison on the ground, hands raised toward the scarlet moon, their faces etched with anticipation and madness. As the moonlight shone down, one by one they shed their robes, baring their bodies completely beneath the Blood Moon, as if this act would grant them the mercy and blessings of the Blood Moon God. Their eyes were filled with longing and fervor as they gazed up at the moon, brimming with infinite faith and devotion; it was as if the moonlight itself was a sacred gift that liberated them from ordinariness and bestowed upon them new life.
James stood aloft, arms outstretched, his gaze cold and satisfied like that of a deity. He took a deep breath, allowing the blood-red moonlight to seep into his body, feeling as though this power had become one with him. His voice was deep and authoritative, echoing across the playground: "I shall grant you power, making you my most loyal progeny! My children, awaken!"
His voice was like a call from the abyss, imbued with an irresistible force that was both seductive and oppressive. As his words fell, Emma and her companions trembled as they placed their hands over their hearts, their eyes shimmering with an unusual light as they silently murmured their adoration for James. Their faces were marked by frenzied devotion; it was as if they could feel power flowing into them, gradually filling every inch of their flesh.
The blood-red moonlight seemed to intensify, pouring down upon Emma and the other Cultists like a layer of scorching blood soaking into their skin. Their bodies quivered slightly; bare skin glimmered under the moonlight with an eerie sheen, their eyes glowing with deep red light as their lips trembled as if bearing some indescribable force. A profound ecstasy spread across Emma's face as she reached out her hands to embrace this crimson gift, her lips curling into a fervent smile as if her entire soul was ignited by the light of the Blood Moon.
"Blood Moon... oh God..." Emma's voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with infinite reverence and fervor; each word felt like a profound prayer that made her heart race faster. Her gaze was entranced as she looked at James, perceiving him as a true deity; her eyes brimmed with utmost admiration and adoration.
The other Cultists followed Emma's lead, surrendering themselves entirely to the Blood Moon while murmuring James's name. Their voices gradually coalesced into a low and eerie prayer that echoed like whispers from deep within darkness—imbued with an irresistible power that resonated throughout the playground. Their bodies quaked under the moonlight; their gazes twisted and frenzied as if they were ready to fully surrender their souls to the Blood Moon, becoming an immortal part of this sacrifice.
James looked down upon these devout followers with a proud smile on his face; a cruel light shone in his eyes. He raised his hands high, feeling the frenzied power swirling around him in the air as if all of creation were bowing before him. His laughter echoed through the blood-red night sky alongside the scarlet moonlight; this mad feast reached its peak as if the entire world trembled in response.
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