The Master of Puppet (3)

Damien's visage contorted, a mixture of disbelief and revulsion as his gaze landed upon an unimaginable and grotesque tableau that defied all sense of normalcy.

Before him, the fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist, as though the very fabric of life was being manipulated by a macabre artist. It was as if the undead before him were not mere beings but grotesque sculptures, a grotesque fusion of human remains twisted and melded together in an unnatural dance of death and decay.

The sight that confronted him was a nightmarish spectacle, a surreal embodiment of horror that threatened to haunt his thoughts for eternity. It was as though the undead had been subjected to some unholy and blasphemous experiment, their forms melted, reshaped, and reanimated into something that defied the laws of nature.