"N-No, please, I-I submit," the beast exclaimed, its voice quivering with a mix of fear and determination. As he approached the towering beast, its massive form bowed down before him, its head lowered in a display of absolute submission.
The once defiant creature now lay humbled, its body sprawled on the ground, devoid of any resistance. It was a stark contrast to its earlier ferocity, a transformation that left Desmond both bewildered and intrigued. He extended his hand, his gaze fixed upon the creature, and with a subtle gesture, the metallic spikes that had impaled its flesh vanished into thin air.
Taking a moment to study the beast's subdued demeanor, Desmond allowed his thoughts to wander. Inwardly, he commanded the system to open the beast's status window. Soon, a transparent screen materialized before his eyes, revealing detailed information about the creature. However, a single word still lingered beside Felix's name—'transformed.'