In front of the creature, my heart beats frantically, its deformed contours projecting an intimidating presence. It's a Medium-Gold level demoness, its imposing two-meter figure seems to defy the very concept of fear. The twisted, elongated hands, reminiscent of the branches of a withered tree, send shivers down my spine, as if a cold shadow is sliding over my skin. Despite the fear stirring within me, I know I must maintain composure, though the mere idea is a challenge.