Yet another villager, this time armed with a makeshift mace, approached cautiously. The boy, now an embodiment of darkness, evaded the swings with an ethereal grace. Seizing the initiative, he wove tendrils of shadow that ensnared the assailant. The mace fell from their grasp as the eldritch embrace drained their life force.
As the boy's eyes glowed with an ever-deepening abyss, he faced the remaining villagers who circled him. Each confrontation unfolded like a sinister ballet, shadows weaving in response to the mortal desperation. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the lingering echoes of anguish.
With an unrelenting dance of shadows, the boy, now an entity of eldritch power, dispatched the villagers one by one. The alley became a macabre stage where the boundaries between life and death blurred. The eldritch forces, like malevolent tendrils, claimed the assailants, leaving behind a haunting silence in the wake of their demise.
