The Red-Eyed Man's grip tightened around the Silver Mask's neck, a cruel smile twisting his lips.
He squeezed until the body went limp, its life force draining away, and then, with a final, shuddering gasp, the mask dissolved into a cloud of iridescent dust.
The shimmering motes scattered on the wind, vanishing as if they had never been.
"Who's next?" he boomed, his voice echoing through the desolate clearing.
He expected a response, a challenge, anything.
But only silence answered him.
The remaining voodoo masks, once vibrant with ancient power, now lay inert and lifeless, refusing to speak, refusing to acknowledge his presence.
Their defiance only fueled his rage.
"Fine, I'll choose myself!"
he declared, a chilling, guttural laugh erupting from his chest.
His aura flared, a crimson inferno that pulsed with dark energy.
From it, wicked, razor-sharp claws manifested, dripping with unseen malevolence.
With a primal roar, he lunged, tearing into the unresisting masks, shredding them to splinters.
Amidst the cacophony of destruction, Aiden saw his chance.
His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging him forward.
He moved silently, a shadow within shadows, slipping away from the carnage that consumed the Red-Eyed Man.
His mind raced, a single, destructive thought solidifying: he would ensure no one else could suffer this fate.
Focusing his own aura, he ignited a small, barely perceptible spark, a silent promise of the inferno that would soon engulf the entire village in flames.
Just as the first tendrils of smoke began to curl upwards, a sharp DING! pierced the air.
Aiden's phone vibrated in his trembling hand, a notification glowing on the screen: "Game #5: Light or Darkness completed."
A chilling note accompanied the message, sealing his fate: "So you choose darkness, interesting choice."
And then, with a sudden, overwhelming rush, darkness consumed Aiden. His body went limp, the world fading to an absolute void.