The dark spire of the Blackthorn Cathedral loomed above the ruined city, its twisted shape blending into the stormy sky. The eerie quiet that had followed George and his crew into the heart of Father Ezekiel's domain was broken by the sound of heavy breathing and shuffling feet. The twisted Father Ezekiel, now transformed into a demonic abomination, towered over them. His skin had turned a sickly black, pulsating with veins of red. His fingers were clawed, his eyes glowing with the same malevolent energy that filled the skies above.
Father Ezekiel, now more monster than man, stood with an imposing height. His voice, once that of a preacher, now dripped with venom as he spoke in a distorted, guttural tone.
"Kel'norath zal'thazar!"
("Your light will be extinguished, just as all hope has been!")
