The blood-filled monster. Its fiery eyes bore into Fein's calm and composed figure, while its monstrous form loomed over them with an intimidating presence. As the tension hung thick in the air, The silence between them was broken as the blood-filled monster finally spoke, its voice dripping with arrogance.
"And who might you be?" the monster growled, its voice laced with both curiosity and a hint of superiority. "You saved these insignificant humans, only to stand before me now. I see that you have strength. How about this... Do you want to become my servant?"
Fein's lips curled into a small smile, his eyes holding a glint of amusement. He looked straight into the blood-filled monster's aloof gaze and replied, his voice carrying a hint of cool indifference.
"I am the man who is about to take your life," Fein responded, his voice was firm and resolute. His words hung in the air, seemingly defying the monster's power and challenging its dominance.
