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In the grandiose shadow of the throne room, the Flesh Eaters indulge in a macabre feast. The moon faintly illuminates the festivities through the tall, shattered windows, casting a ghastly light on the deformed guests. Around the table of bones, they tear at the flesh with wild frenzy, their grotesque laughter echoing against the stone walls. The king, a specter among the shadows, presides over the banquet of horror, his empty gaze fixed on his realm of madness and decadence.