Scenario: The Puppeteer’s Playground
Setting: A ruined city, long abandoned after a devastating curse outbreak. The streets are littered with broken buildings, flickering streetlights, and eerie silence. Mahito walks through the wreckage, humming softly, his stitched lips curling into a grin.
Act 1: The Hunt Begins
Mahito’s footsteps echo through the empty streets. He senses fear—a group of Grade 2 sorcerers hiding nearby, trembling in the shadows.
"Ahh… humans. So fragile, so moldable."
He extends his hand, his fingers twitching as he manipulates the souls of the fallen bodies around him. The corpses rise, their forms grotesquely twisted, their faces frozen in silent screams.
"Let’s play a game, shall we?"
The sorcerers burst from cover, launching attacks—fireballs, cursed blades, and reinforced punches. Mahito laughs, effortlessly dodging, his body shifting like liquid.
Act 2: The Horror Unfolds
One sorcerer lunges forward, aiming for Mahito’s heart.
"Oh? You think you can touch me?"
Mahito grabs the sorcerer’s wrist, his fingers sinking into their flesh. The sorcerer screams as their body warps, limbs twisting unnaturally. Their face melts, reshaping into a monstrous grin—Mahito’s own face staring back at them.
"Much better! Now, go entertain your friends."
The transformed sorcerer turns on their allies, attacking with unnatural strength. The remaining sorcerers hesitate, fear gripping them.
Act 3: The Final Act
Mahito activates his Domain Expansion—Self-Embodiment of Perfection. The ruined city shifts, the walls pulsing like living flesh. Inside the domain, Mahito’s Idle Transfiguration works instantly—no escape, no resistance.
"You should feel honored. You’ll become something… new."
The last sorcerer falls to their knees, their body warping, their screams fading into silence. Mahito steps forward, admiring his work.
"Ahh… humans. So fragile, so moldable."
He walks away, leaving behind a city of twisted souls, their bodies reshaped into grotesque sculptures—his personal masterpiece.