NORA, THE SHAPESHIFTER

The cave was a grim sanctuary hidden beneath the jagged cliffs on the outskirts of the forest. The air was thick with the musty scent of damp earth and an underlying metallic tang that hinted at the dark experiments conducted within. The guttural growls and screeches of the creatures echoed through the cavern, their sounds blending into an unsettling symphony.

In the dim light, Nora stood tall, her form silhouetted against the eerie, pulsating glow of the eggs. Each one seemed alive, its surface rippling like disturbed water as shadows moved within. Her crimson lips curled into a smirk as she surveyed her creation.

"They're magnificent, aren't they?" she murmured, more to herself than to Marcel, who stood nearby with a wary expression.