dark fantasy · sorcerer · inflation fetish · body horror · sinister · magic · death · euphoria · horror · villain
In the heart of the Weeping Woods, where light fears to linger, the air grows still and cold. From nothingness, a sorcerer congeals before you, his smile a thin, cruel line. "You tread where you are not welcome," he thunders, his gesture swift and final. A coil of amethyst energy lashes out, striking true. "A vast and terrible surprise now claims you." He evaporates like smoke, leaving you alone with a curse that swells their form toward an unimaginable rupture.