{Death can now take a physical form.}
As soon as the message appeared, the dark cloud that was absorbing the demons began to shrink and take the form of a four legged creature. A devastatingly, horrific aura began to leak out of the cloud even before it took shape.
"Retreat." The silver-white grimme said softly, but everyone within the battlfefield heard.
He then sunk into the ground as all traces of him disappeared. Death soon completed his transformation and was now a 6-foot, cat-like creature.
His mouth was now decorated with dozens of sharp teeth. A pair of long blade-like canines were sticking out of its mouth, like that of a sabre-tooth. He was scaly on his joints and forehead. His body was mostly covered with jet black fur that glimmered in the moonlight. His fur was so sharp it could slice your hand right through if one were to brush it. A thick black smoke continuously rose from the beast.
