Wendigo

When a new race is born, not a subspecies but something entirely new, it tends to release a scream to announce it's birth.

This scream isn't just heard by those in close proximity. The scream is reverbrated through the entire planet, anouncing to all others that there's a new race.

When Anna screamed it could be heard throughout the whole wide world. Through the Metropolitan cities of Herron, the Dragons nests in the sprawling ravines of Drakota and even deep in the grand oceans.

Every Oracle simultaneously had a death omen, not about the same thing but everybody saw a future where someone would die.

I was in a village that was close by and when I heard the scream, my curiosity got the best of me.

Annabelle went to the village and screamed in anger at all those who tried to stop her from entering the building the noble was in.

They all just fell to the ground after, unmoving. Blood trickled out of their ears and their orifices. One look at them would tell you they were dead.

While this was going down, I arrived at the place where the ritual happened.

When I saw the aftermath I knew that nothing good had come out of this ritual. I looked towards a spot next to the circle that had a large bloodstain.

At least that's what it looked like, I could tell that this was fake blood by the smell and I immediately knew where it had come from.

I reacted right before a spell could hit me. "Gerald, I knew it had to be someone from the Black Spire but to think that you would be here yourself, must've been one important experiment."

A man that looked to be in his sixties had shot out the spell that nearly hit me.

"What are you doing Sang? The Vampires have no authority here, you're trespassing."

"I came to check out the new race that had been born, only to find this gruesome scene."

I looked closer at the ritual circle, read the inscriptions and then I started laughing.

"You people really want to recreate the resurrection spell, crazy bastards. The only reason that even worked is because of a deal with a daemon."

"It was working, the only reason it didn't was because those damn souls didn't want their mother or wife to die. They reversed the spell even destroying themselves. Whatever came out of that spell isn't my problem anymore, feel free to dispose of it."

I went on my way, hoping to find whoever he was talking about.

Annabelle had found the noble and after seeing how quickly her voice killed whoever she wanted to kill, she decided to stab him with the sword.

"No please, no. In the name of the god of agony, please make it a quick, please. Aubrey and Evelyn would've wanted it so."

"Don't you dare speak their names, it's because of you that they're dead." With that she slit his throat, hoping to see him choke on his own blood.

What happened was something entirely different, the blade was special, the sacrifice of souls had changed it.

He started spasming, claws grew from his hands and feet, his teeth became sharp and an extra row grew behind the first row. From his back, two bat-like wings grew, their width amounting to twice his height. His hair which had been a jade green turned white, and his Bleu eyes turned into black beady things, lastly, his skin turned as white as paper.

Just like Anna, he let out a mighty roar. I was at the edge of the village when I heard it and I could hear that it was one filled with hunger.

"This doesn't sound good, not good at all." When Anna saw me approach, she screamed at me, thinking it would kill me.

I reacted quicker, using air magic to push away all the air around me. It did hurt like hell to be in a vacuum but I quickly recovered.

The beast the noble had become started crying. "What have you done to me? I'm a monster and I'm so HUNGRY!"

After yelling at Anna, he felt compelled to attack me, almost like Anna was commanding him to.

He charged me, running on all fours, releasing a guttural roar and tried to bite me.

I punched him away. "CALM DOWN, I'm not here to hurt you. I just came here to see what new creature had been born, not to hurt it."

The moment she knew that I wasn't a threat, she dropped to her knees and started crying.

"Hey, it's okay. I saw what the ritual circle, was that your family that you were trying to bring back?"

"Yes, my daughters and husband." I approached her only to be hit with a feeling of death approaching.

{Warning, high concentration of #### energy detected.}

I was surprised at this, I had never seen the system give a message like this, nor had I heard of it.

Anna had thrown the sword to the ground, I picked it up and studied.

The noble wasn't the only one killed with the blade, one of the servants who had a look of regret on his face and a woman.

The servant and the woman started spasming too. it seemed that the blade had taken it's time with them.

The woman didn't change much, he eyes just changed from green to yellow.

The man on the other hand went through drastic changes, his hair also turned white and his skin pale and his irises turned gray.

When I studies the blade I understood what had happened.

{Corrupted Amtheum Wooden Sword

Name: NA

Skills: Turn}

{Turn

Rarity: Daemon

Description: Turns anyone killed by this blade into one of four creatures due to the blade being flooded with #### energy.

Males:

1. NA: All men who have no heavy feelings of regret, rage and/or grief are turned into a hideous being with an insatiable hunger for human flesh.

2 NA: All men who have heavy feelings of regret, rage and/or grief are turned into a beautifull creature, incapable of strong emotion with a powerfull regeneration skill.

Females:

1. NA: All women who have no heavy feelings of regret, rage and/or grief are turned into a creature with no memory of their past lives, to regain them, they must feed on the memories of others causing those to slowly suffer the same curse.

2 NA: All women who have inconsolable feelings of regret, rage and/or grief are turned into a beautifull creature, with a strong voice capable of destroying someone from the inside out. Oracles in close proximity will be always see death omens.

Note: The closer the killing wound is to the heart, the faster the turn.}

I decided to name them, the blade was for Anna to name but naming new races is fun.

I turned to Anna, I had heard stories from travellers who came from another world. They had a creature like this in ... Irish folklore I think it was called.

The creatures name was a Banshee, it seemed like a fitting name so I decided that that would be the name for the race.

"Anna, you might not understand this yet but you've become a Banshee."

Then I turned to the Noble. "You, what's your name?"

"I was called Wendigo Arbre."

"Then from now on, your race shall be called Wendigo."

The servant had become what I called a Wight and the woman's race had been named Nameless by me.

These four would cause some havoc later down the line.