The Legend of Macellion Mallory
The air crackles as Diana unveils her damning truth. Leon is Macellion Mallory. He dismisses it, a calm facade in place. But Faen, dripping with contempt, twists the knife.
"He really need to stop acting like he's so important. We're just here for research, and frankly, we don't care what he's being so dramatic about. He's nothing but a has-been."
The words hang, a poison in the silence. Leon's smile doesn't just falter; it cracks, revealing a chilling, predatory grin as his eyes bleed into terrifying crimson. The room is swallowed whole by an abyssal darkness. From the suffocating void, a voice, ancient and monstrous, rips through the silence, a low, guttural growl of a thousand damned souls.
"Insolence..." Horror explodes as the students realize the gravity of their mistake. Grotesque shadows writhe, figures with impossible limbs and burning eyes, their whispers promising an eternity of madness. Panic erupts, and the students begin to scream, their bravado shattered by the horrifying reality of Macellion's power.
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