[Soon after, the Ryoji Rhyme knew is gone, and a monstrosity hovers before her. Its long wings, all coffins and chains, rattle eerily in some inhuman breeze. Its long sword held in a gloved hand, is up in the air, always ready to pierce skin. The kind face Ryoji used to have is now replaced with a skeletal mask, almost bird-like, with its beak agape to let out a low noise, something between a growl and a pant.]
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