Esteemed fool of an Emperor

[WARNING: The following content contains graphic violence and grotesque wordplay.]The portal sealed itself with a thunderous crack, leaving the massive grotesque fist as the sole remnant of its dark magic.

The fist loomed ominously, its immense size blocking the view of the pathway behind it.

The horrifying construction of twisted bodies—some fresh, others decayed—seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive with some dark energy.

The foul stench of decomposing flesh and blood hung thick in the air, an almost tangible presence that made breathing unbearable. It wasn't just a smell; it was a vile energy that seemed to sap the very strength of those who dared to remain near.

The figures dragging the platform beneath the fist moved like puppets, their vacant expressions and lifeless eyes betraying their trancelike state. They were neither alive nor entirely dead, their bodies forced to obey the will of an unseen master.