I tried to reason with him, channeling all my strength to resist his overwhelming presence. But his gaze, like a dagger of Tartarus, pierced through my very flesh. In the end, the King of the Pale Moon would retreat to his stygian realm, leaving behind naught but the desolate husks of those who had dared to beckon his name. These forsaken souls found themselves forever trapped within the torturous labyrinth of madness, condemned to wander an abyss of eternal nightmares.