Battle With The Immortal III

Raphael watched in awe as Sybilla and the beast fused together in a grotesque yet mesmerizing dance. He wanted to intervene, to halt the transformation before it could complete itself, but in a mere four seconds, it was over.

He took a step back, his face betraying no emotion as he studied Sybilla's new form.

She now towered at a monstrous seven feet, her visage an eerie amalgamation of her own and the beast's. Her long hair cascaded to the ground, while her lower body was entirely overtaken by the creature's powerful frame.

A cruel sneer crossed Sybilla's lips as she observed Raphael's reaction, mistaking his silence for fear. "Hahaha! You don't seem so invincible now, do you?" she taunted, her voice cold and triumphant. "But it's too late, Raphael. I will be your end."

"I promise." With those final words, she lunged towards Raphael, her face devoid of emotion.