Duncan's transformation into a monstrous creature was both exhilarating and terrifying. He felt his body contorting and twisting, his bones merging with those of the Devourer.
As he looked down at his hands, he saw that they had transformed into razor-sharp claws. His skin was now a thick, scaly hide, and his eyes glowed with an eerie green light.
Fririt took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. "You're a monster," she spat, her voice trembling with rage.
Duncan's response was a deafening roar, as he unleashed his full fury upon Fririt. The ground shook beneath his feet as he charged forward, his claws swiping wildly through the air.
Fririt tried to defend herself, summoning a wave of dark energy to wash over Duncan. But he was too powerful, too relentless. He swatted aside the energy blast with a swipe of his claw, sending Fririt stumbling backward.
The battle raged on, with Duncan's monstrous form wreaking havoc on the city. Buildings crumbled beneath his feet, and the streets ran red with the blood of Fririt's minions.
But despite the chaos he unleashed, Duncan remained focused on his goal. He would stop at nothing to defeat Fririt and shatter the darkness that had consumed the city.
As the fight wore on, Duncan began to gain the upper hand. Fririt's powers were weakening, and her defenses were beginning to crumble.
With a final, mighty roar, Duncan unleashed a devastating blow, striking Fririt with a blast of energy that sent her crashing to the ground.
The city was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the monstrous creature that Duncan had become. Fririt lay at his feet, defeated.
But as Duncan looked down at her, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. Fririt's eyes were glowing with a faint, otherworldly light.
"It's not over," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper. "The true enemy is still out there, waiting for you."
And with that, Fririt's body went limp, defeated. But Duncan knew that the battle was far from over. The true enemy was still out there, waiting for him.
And Duncan was ready. He would unleash his full fury upon the true enemy, and emerge victorious from the ashes of the city. The battle may be over, but the war was just beginning.