Fight (I)
In the midst of the chaos, Richard tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes scanning the thick fog that now enveloped the ruins. A low, guttural growl rumbled through the dusk, sending chills down his spine. Emerging from the haze, a massive, monstrous figure began to take shape.
The creature was unlike anything Richard had ever seen. It was Draven, but twisted and transformed into something nightmarish. His form was ferocious, covered in coarse black fur that bristled with each movement. Long, razor-sharp nails extended from his hands, and his fangs gleamed menacingly in the fading light. Dark, leathery wings sprouted from his back, spreading wide as he stepped forward.
Gasps and whispers filled the air as the onlookers recoiled in terror. "What is that?" one voice quivered. "Is that our emperor?"
"He... he's a monster..." another whispered, the realization dawning on the horrified crowd.