The Cathedral of the Deep loomed before me, a sanctum of decay and deceit, its spires clawing at the gray sky like skeletal fingers. Within, the air was thick with the scent of old incense and rot. Shadows danced along the grand, crumbling walls, and a choir of murmurs echoed through the halls—a song of madness and despair. It was exquisite.
As I stepped into the hallowed halls, the congregation stirred. Hollowed figures, once devout, now twisted into grotesque mockeries of their former selves, turned their empty gazes upon me. I smiled. Perfect.
I raised my hand, summoning the delicious chaos of Mind Corruption. A flick of my wrist, a whispered incantation, and the fun began. One by one, the faithful turned on each other. Where once they had knelt in reverence, now they brawled with unholy fervor, their weapons clanging against the cathedral’s stone. Blood spilled across the sacred ground, their snarls and screams reverberating through the vaulted ceilings.
I moved through the chaos like a shadow, collecting treasures and relishing the spectacle. An old monk, cloaked in tattered robes, sat hunched in a corner of the nave, his eyes gleaming with forbidden knowledge. He offered me new spells, potent and dark. Though they intrigued me, none of them held the same charm as Mind Corruption. There was something uniquely entertaining about watching others descend into madness, tearing each other apart under the sway of my will.
When I reached the grand hall where the Deacons of the Deep gathered, I felt a surge of anticipation. They stood as one, a writhing mass of red robes and flickering flames. They chanted in unison, their voices a cacophony that reverberated through the cavernous space. I stepped forward, unbothered by their theatrics.
With a wave of my hand, the spell was cast. Chaos erupted. The Deacons, bound together by their faith, splintered into factions, each turning on the other. Fire and shadows danced across the hall as they fought amongst themselves, their chants devolving into cries of rage and pain. I laughed, the sound echoing like a bell through the chamber. It was absurdly entertaining—an opera of folly and fury, performed just for me.
By the time the last of them fell, their sacred altar stained with their blood, I was thoroughly satisfied. I lingered in the cathedral, basking in the eerie silence that followed, the stillness broken only by the faint crackle of extinguished flames. Every step I took echoed in the emptiness, a reminder of the chaos I had left in my wake.
This place… it had been a delight. A playground of confusion and carnage, a stage for my dark whims. And yet, there was always more ahead. Always another path, another challenge, another opportunity to revel in the chaos of my making.
I stepped out into the cold, dark world beyond the cathedral, my shadow stretching long behind me. Let them tremble, I thought with a smirk. The Cathedral of the Deep had been a feast for my amusement. The next stop on my journey would surely prove just as satisfying.
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