An old man sat quietly by the fire, his weathered hands trembling slightly as he gazed into the flames. Slowly, a strange warmth coursed through his veins. His bones, once frail, began to crack and shift. His skin thickened, darkened, and his hair grew wild, turning into a golden mane. The world around him seemed to pulse with power, as his human form gave way to something far more primal. He roared, the sound echoing with a new strength, his eyes now glowing with the fierce, untamed spirit of a lion. He was no longer a man; he was a king of the wild.
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