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James and the Principal slowly sank down, as if held by some invisible force, gracefully floating to the ground. The faces of the surrounding followers were illuminated with fervent light, their eyes filled with devout madness as they silently gazed at the two "sacrifices" about to engage in battle, as if waiting for a sacred ritual. The light of the Blood Moon cast eerie shadows upon them, making their faces appear ghostly and sinister.
Emma stepped forward, standing at the forefront of the followers, her gaze fixed on the Blood Moon, her eyes brimming with fervent devotion. She took a deep breath and began to chant softly; a low incantation flowed from her lips, gradually spreading through the crowd. Upon hearing her chant, the other followers joined in, their voices growing deeper, resembling the primal shouts of ancient humans preparing for a Blood Sacrifice. Their voices layered upon one another, transforming into a rhythmic low roar filled with raw and wild power, as if the entire playground was enveloped by this strange melody, permeated with an indescribable chill.
The Principal stood before James, surveying the frenzied scene around him, feeling a chill creep into his heart. He quickly realized that this was not merely torture but a Sacrificial Ritual. James intended to personally duel him and then offer him as a sacrifice to the Blood Moon God hanging high in the night sky. This moment of realization surged an uncontrollable fear within him, like icy chains tightly binding his soul, causing his palms to sweat and his chest to rise and fall rapidly as his breath quickened.
But now there was no choice left for him. He knew there was no escape; these frenzied followers would not grant him any opportunity. His gaze gradually hardened, igniting a final spark of courage within him. He silently resolved that even if he were to die in the end, he would maintain his last shred of dignity and refuse to be seen as weak in the eyes of these madmen.
James slowly regarded him, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth as if he were savoring a meticulously crafted drama. His eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction, as if he found great pleasure in the Principal's understanding of the ritual's intent. "Very good, Principal," he chuckled softly, his voice laced with mocking tenderness. "You finally understand. This is all to allow you to greet the Blood Moon God with the highest honor."
With that, James raised his hand slightly and gestured to the surrounding followers. Emma and the others' low roars quickened, their voices becoming more urgent as if the rhythm of the world pulsed along with their incantation. The air thickened with a strong metallic scent and chilling atmosphere; moonlight grew denser, cascading down upon James and the Principal like blood rain, rendering this sacrificial ground crimson and eerie.
Excitement flickered in James's eyes as he slightly bent his knees and assumed a combat stance, his gaze filled with cruel anticipation as he awaited the Principal's response to this final duel. A sinister smile crept onto his lips as he relished every struggle from the Principal, eager to push this painful feast toward its conclusion.
James coldly stared at the Principal, a slight smirk forming on his lips as he spoke with a tone of cruel delight that was slow and deliberate. "Don't worry; I won't use any powers. This will be a pure confrontation." He paused briefly, an evil glint flashing in his eyes. "Moreover, I will restore your body to its peak condition—just like mine." As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers lightly, producing a sharp sound.
With that snap, it felt as though a force surged from the depths of darkness into the air around them, entwining itself around the Principal like a serpent while rapidly infiltrating his body. The Principal's eyes widened in terror as he struggled violently, flailing his arms desperately in an attempt to expel this dark red power from within him; however, it sank deep into his muscles and bones like iron hooks penetrating every cell.
"Let me go!" he screamed hoarsely, clutching at his chest while trembling all over; beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The power surged through him with an unusual heat from head to toe, relentlessly battering against his weakened body. He felt waves of pain wash over him as if his bones were being crushed and reassembled while flames consumed his muscles only for them to regenerate rapidly—like countless tiny blades coursing through his veins stirring up his consciousness. The Principal let out a pained howl as he collapsed to the ground, gripping it tightly with fingers digging into the earth yet unable to halt this invasion.
As this force penetrated deeper within him, he could distinctly feel dramatic changes occurring in his body. His withered muscles began to swell; wrinkles in his skin smoothed out slowly; lifeless bones felt as though they were being reforged into something hard and powerful again. His heartbeat quickened; blood surged anew within him like flames igniting inside—bringing him back to that peak state.
However, this power brought not only rebirth but also unbearable agony. Each inch of muscle revival was accompanied by intense tearing sensations—as if countless hands were pulling and reshaping him—rendering it difficult for him to maintain clarity of thought. The Principal groaned in pain; it felt like being thrown into a burning furnace where every single cell was ablaze and reconstructing itself—this rebirth felt less like a gift and more like a curse. He could not break free but could only struggle endlessly within this abyss of suffering.
James stood to the side, coldly observing the principal struggling on the ground. His eyes were filled with a cruel delight, as if he were a detached judge, savoring the script he had crafted with his own hands.
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