Melisandre burst apart like an overripe tomato, scattering her flesh, bones, and clothing in all directions.
The Hero's Party stood dumbfounded, their shock quickly giving way to action. Rolakan and Speki conjured defensive barriers and formations, while the rest adapted to their roles, all the while adorned in the gruesome splatter.
In the midst of this surreal scene, the once-red sky turned a foreboding black, and among the swirling clouds, two ginormous and pitch-black eyes materialized.
"Don't delude yourselves into thinking you can escape," a sinister and grave voice resonated.
"While you might have managed to eliminate the others, your luck will run dry if our paths cross.
And I eagerly anticipate that moment, for I wish to end all of you with my own hands." The words hung heavily in the air, carrying a chilling promise of impending danger.
Blip!
