The eldritch power that had consumed him manifested in terrifying ways. Shadows clung to him, seemingly sentient and obedient to his will. They whispered secrets, distorted reality, and could be woven into malevolent spells that left devastation in their wake. These shadows danced in macabre synchrony with the king's every command, twisting the very fabric of the world to his whims.
The grotesque retinue of shadowy, eldritch beings that attended him were drawn to his malevolence. These eerie attendants resembled distorted versions of the elegant creatures that once served the elven royalty. They emanated an aura of pure dread, serving as an ominous reminder of the kingdom's fall from grace.
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