A Cockroach

"YOU TWO WILL DIE SCREAMING," the creature screeched, its distorted voice dripping with rage and malice.

"You just won't stay down, will you?" Lisa muttered, tightening her grip on her sword.

The creature had completely lost any semblance of humanity. Its body was now a grotesque fusion of multiple primals, each one struggling as if trying to break free from the twisted amalgamation.

"That's new" Ethan said in the same dry tone.

"And disgusting" Lisa added.

Without another word, she urged her wyvern forward, closing the distance in a flash. The creature responded instantly, slashing its arm toward her.

Lisa's wyvern immediately twisted to the side, barely avoiding the strike. She retaliated with a downward slash of her sword, aiming for its exposed torso.

But the blade met resistance and black tendrils started coiling around it mid-swing.

"Damn it," she hissed.