You step into the Vein Center, the air thick with unease. Something feels off. As you walk deeper, the atmosphere seems to distort, warping with every step. From the shadows, a voice—low and heavy—echoes, chilling your spine.

"Y O U . Y O U ' R E B A C K . T H E T U R M O I L I N Y O U R S O U L . T H E T U R M O I L I N E V E R Y S O U L ."

You freeze, recognizing the voice now, but it is distorted, altered. You look around, searching for the source. Then, it appears—what you thought was Builderman is no more. The creature stands before you, its true form revealed: thin, sharp horns curling from its head, a tail that whips like a whip, and eyes full of malice and fury.

"I S D E L I G H T F U L . Y O U C A R V E D T H R O U G H T H E M . P I E C E B Y P I E C E ."

Hatred looms large, its voice dripping with contempt. It’s a being of pure wrath, twisted by its endless torment. The air grows heavy as it speaks again, its tone cruel and mocking.

"S E A R C H I N G F O R A W A Y O U T . A N D F O U N D N O T H I N G ."

It shifts, bending and contorting into impossible shapes, its very essence swirling like a storm ready to strike.

"Y O U L E F T Y O U R S E L F V U L N E R A B L E . A N D N O W . . . N O W Y O U ' V E G I V E N I N ." Hatred raises a hand, a sickening energy crackling from it. The ground shakes as darkness ripples outward, wrapping around you, tightening like a noose.

"S O L E T Y O U R P A I N F L O W. L E T T H E D A R K N E S S R I S E ."

A final, sinister laugh echoes as Hatred’s form pulses with rage, its twisted face contorting in agony and wrath.

"F O R I . A M T H E S C O U R G E O F E V E R Y O N E T H A T Y O U C A N N O T H I D E ."

The battle begins. Hatred prepares its first attack, a deadly Corruption blast. The air feels charged, the room pulsing with dark energy. Hatred’s eyes burn with hate, and every word it speaks is laced with venom.

(What do you do?)