A Banquet of Blood

The gloom hung heavy, pregnant with macabre energy. Moonlight pierced through the canopy of thorns, casting long, grotesque shapes upon the forest floor. A chilling wind howled through the branches, carrying with it the scent of decay. It was a night for monsters to prowl. Sacrifices awaited, cond
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