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The Artist tried to summon another illusion, his brush moving frantically across the canvas. But the Tragic Failure, their hands twisted and useless, used their entire body to tackle him, slamming him into the ground with all the force they could muster.

The Artist's head hit the floor with a sickening crack, but instead of lying still, he snarled, his hollow eyes burning with rage. They were cursed beings, and such a blow could not end them. He thrust his brush upward, stabbing it into the Tragic Failure's shoulder. The Tragic Failure screamed in pain but did not relent, their twisted hands gripping the Artist's throat with ironclad determination.