The creature is a nightmarish blend of beauty and disgust, a beast that crawled its way from the pits of hell and the deepest abyss. This bizarrely shaped mutant possesses a vitality so overwhelming that it's suffocating. Whether its abdomen is pierced or its body is cleaved in two, wounds heal swiftly, against all natural order. Its pale blue eyes remain impassive, seemingly oblivious to any pain.
Tegnell discarded his coat, his face and body transforming in an instant, dense fur sprouting forth. His tiger's roar shaking the forest and the earth.
Tegnell, in his half-beast form, grew immensely in size. His human-like torso with a tiger's head, a sharp, spiky armor rising from his back, stood as tall as the monstrous mutant. His fierce claws tore the mutant into pieces.
The captain's head sagged on the split torso, his face with the calm gray-blue eyes still gazed at Kestrell. There seemed to be no pain, no emotion in them, only an unyielding persistence.
