Chapter 2

"the sludge magician, the hero, the savior who saves you from goofy ah disasters will get executed today!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss!!!!!!!" as the crowd exfaclimedouded

i will take revenge - sludge magicman

As the cold steel of the executioner's blade gleamed in the harsh, unforgiving light, the Sludge Magician's essence pulsed with an ethereal mix of resignation and defiance. The air hung heavy with the ominous stench of impending doom, each breath drawn feeling like a futile attempt to escape the inevitable.

The hushed murmurs of the crowd morphed into a grotesque chorus, their judgmental eyes fixated on the magical practitioner condemned to pay the ultimate price for their arcane pursuits. In that harrowing moment, a cascade of murky memories enveloped the Sludge Magician—a spectral display of spells cast and dreams woven into the fabric of a life now dissolving before their eyes.

The magician's gaze sought refuge in the celestial realm, as if beseeching the capricious forces of magic for a final intervention that remained stubbornly withheld. As the executioner's hand tightened around the hilt, the world converged into a singular, suffocating point, and the Sludge Magician surrendered to the inexorable pull of destiny.

With a spectral whisper that echoed through the air, their magical essence dissipated, leaving behind only the haunting residue of what once was—an alchemical symphony extinguished by the unforgiving blade.