Deamon and Dylan stood frozen, their minds struggling to process the horror unfolding before them. Their eyes were wide with disbelief, hearts pounding in their chests, as the grotesque transformation of Chiron's body unfolded. The serpent, Manu Madayaki, had fully taken over, and the very air around them seemed to crackle with the weight of its power.
Deamon's body trembled involuntarily as he watched the scene, his chest tightening in a way he had never felt before. His muscles ached from the tension that locked him in place.
His sword felt useless in his hand, like an ornamental piece of metal rather than the deadly weapon it once was. As the low, ominous *BOOM* sounds reverberated through the room, Deamon's instincts screamed at him to run. But his feet wouldn't move. His throat felt dry, and his mouth tasted like metal—fear had paralyzed him to the core.
