"The game has only just begun..." The voice was raspy and laced with a hint of mockery, sounding exactly like a villain from an old movie. It made my skin crawl.
Please, can we move on? Flat, one-dimensional villain tropes are so out of style these days. This kind of cheesy intimidation is ancient history!
I was bound tightly by this strange force, trussed up like a zongzi. Forget about using any light-body techniques; I couldn't even twitch a finger. The surrounding darkness was so thick it felt tangible—I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face—and a chilling, sinister cold kept seeping into my very bones. How to describe this feeling? It was like being a dirty rag shoved into an ice cellar: cold, stifling, and utterly suffocating.
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