Part 5:

Dong-Wook: *He stares, his jaw slack.* What in the…?

Tiny, shimmering slimes, each no bigger than a fingernail, oozed from the glowing fissures in the stone, a kaleidoscope of red, blue and yellow.

Jong-In: *He lets out a short, harsh laugh.* Slimes? Seriously? This is the big threat?

Another Hunter, a younger man with a cocky grin, knees down, reaching out a finger to poke one of the yellow slimes.

Jin-Woo: *His gut clenches. He feels a surge of foreboding.* Don't!

But his warning comes too late. The moment the Hunter's finger makes contact, the seemingly harmless slimes react. A wave of energy pulses outwards, and the tiny creatures begin to coalesce, flowing together like liquid light.

Dong-Wook: *He stumbles back, eyes wide with terror.* What the hell is happening?

The individual slimes merge rapidly, growing in size and intensity. The red, blue, and yellow blend and swirl, forming a monstrous shape before their eyes. A creature of immense power takes form, a towering, three-headed bird, each head a vibrant representation of the slimes' original colors: Electric yellow, Deep blue, and Fiery red.

Jin-Woo: *He grips his daggers tighter, his mind racing. He recognizes the elemental energies radiating from each head. Electricity crackles around the yellow head, water drips from the blue beak, and flames dances around the red.* This isn't good…

Jong-In: *He curses under his breath, drawing his own weapon.* Damn it, kid! You just had to poke it, didn't you?

The air thickens with the combined elemental energies, making it hard to breathe. The ground trembles beneath the monstrous bird's weight. The Hunters instinctively form a defensive circle, their faces grim.

Jin-Woo: *He steps forward, positioning himself between the creature and the other Hunters. He raises his daggers, his shadow soldiers materializing silently behind him, their eyes glowing menacingly in the flickering torchlight. He knows this fight will be unlike anything they've faced before.* Be careful. It's stronger than it looks.

The three-headed bird lets out a deafening screech, a cacophony of crackling electricity, rushing water, and roaring flames. The battle is about to begin.