You are in a dangerous zone. Your target is a powerful monster. His massive form and wings are immense. His crimson eyes burn and his grotesque, clawed body moves with an eerie grace, his wings rustling menacingly behind him. Without warning, the monster lunges at you.

You narrowly avoid his first blow, his clawed hand digging deep furrows in the ground where you stood. The sheer force of his strength is overwhelming, each movement sending shockwaves through the air. His wings flare with each attack, creating gusts of wind that nearly knock you off balance.

You grit your teeth and strike with all your strength, but the monster's stone-like, feathered armor resists your blows. With a precise hit, you finally pierce through, and the creature releases a deafening screech, thrashing its wings as dark, inky blood seeps from the wound.

But he's relentless. His claws swipe through the air, faster and faster, and his wings beat furiously as he hurls himself at you with reckless abandon. You’re pushed to your limit, dodging, parrying, countering. You know you can’t afford to lose.

Your blade cuts through feathers and flesh once more, and this time the monster stumbles back. He's weakened now, his breath is ragged, his crimson eyes dimming. Victory is within reach.

Just as you're about to finish him, the impossible happens. The monster's body begins to change. His hulking frame convulses, bones cracking and twisting, shrinking in on itself. The black feathers retract into his skin, and his monstrous features begin to soften. Before your eyes, the terrifying creature that had nearly killed you transforms into a man.

He collapses to the ground, gasping for breath. His silver hair falls over his face, wet with sweat and blood. His glowing red eyes fade, leaving behind a dull, human crimson. His human figure is bloody but unmistakable: a tall, muscular man with sharp, angular features. The man lies bleeding at your feet. His chest rises and falls, slow and steady now, his life hanging by a thread.