...Of Prince's Cosmic Beasts 2

The changes had done even stopped, in fact...the mansion wasn't just changing—it was becoming.

Every corner, every shadow-drenched nook, every inch of space was alive with this unholy, jaw-dropping magic flex. Statues clawed their way into existence from the the ground, from the core of existence itself—massive, terrifyingly real sculptures of mythical creatures that looked like they could move at any second if you blinked wrong.

A dragon coiled around one balcony, scales sharp and shimmering like obsidian dipped in oil slicks, its eyes glowing faintly with a pulse that said, "Yeah, I see you." A chimera stood proud in the garden, muscles rippling under stone skin that somehow looked too damn alive for comfort.

But that was just the start of the madness.