The room hung heavy with the weight of a world teetering on the brink. The elven spiritualist's triumphant announcement had been choked off, replaced by a chilling silence. All eyes were glued to the screen, where a scene unfolded that defied comprehension.
On the left side, a monstrous head, its gaping maw a silent scream, remained suspended in mid-air. Its horns, one short one long, gleamed with an unnatural, pulsating light. This wasn't defeat; it was a grotesque metamorphosis.
Suddenly, the engravings on the horns blazed with an unearthly golden light. The light coursed through the creature's neck, back, and along the intricately carved scales, finally reaching its massive wings. They shimmered, growing larger and reshaping themselves before erupting in a blinding flash. In an instant, the monstrous form was gone, replaced by a beam of pure, golden light.
