Baphomet

Dei approached the strange object at the end of the hallway, carefully picking it up out of the broken vines that had previously been holding it in place. It was hard to tell what the purpose of it was - a cube with some kind of runic writing on it, a button on each side just under each rune, with no clear purpose or use. Prompted, she tossed the cube to Safia, who examined it for a moment before slipping it into her bed.

Before Dei could ask what was going on with the thing, Ash's body shivered and squirmed on the ground. While it was true they additionally and purposefully had avoided doing final fatal damage, this was an unprecedented occurrence. His wooden armor was falling away, being replaced by thick layers of fur. The creature forced itself up and onto its feet as the group stood, transfixed, unsure of what to happen. By the time it was on its feet, two massive horns had sprouted from its head, its legs had become that of a horse, and a long tail extended out from its backside. Even Parsley, who moments ago had been a rampaging bear, watched in shock as the body rose and roared at them all.

"I am Baphomet!" The beast cried out in anger, its voice ringing in the group's ears. "I will crush you all and send you spiraling in to the abyss!" Even without a weapon, the beast was massively powerful, crushing the ground beneath his feet with sheer force alone. Its claws and teeth were sharp as daggers, and he swung wildly at all amongst the group, seeming to care little about who had done what to him as they fought. He sought only for blood, caring little for strategy and relying entirely upon his brutal strength and hatred.

It was fortunate that the group had already dealt with the remaining guards while Ash had still been himself, for now as he had become whatever this Baphomet was, the group could focus their efforts on him alone. His skin was hard as steel, but slowly and surely they chipped away at him, until he began to look bruised and bloodied.

But even then, Baphomet would not let them achieve victory so easily. With seemingly little effort, it called forth two enormous wings from its spine, beginning to attempt to fly away. But they know that they could not permit such a foul creature to escape. Between thrown spears, magical spells, and flying arrows, Baphomet was downed just before he could escape, and let out a pitiful screech as the fur and muscles melted away to reveal a human man who had gone far beyond his own capacity.