Echos

I explored the cavern, my head constantly on a swivel. Although I had been underground for a while, I still didn't know what to expect down here.

The tunnels stretched endlessly, their walls closing in like the jaws of a beast. The Deadlands was the most infamous of all the other continents, yet there was practically no information on it regarding livestream documentation, so all of its secrets and knowledge would have to come from firsthand experience.

I'd seen the monsters that lurked in safer places via watching streams, but from the looks of the current streaming culture, no one was brave enough to step foot in the Deadlands voluntarily as of yet… Or at least, no one lived long enough to tell the tale. Now that I was somewhat healthy, I was on my own.

"All these walls look the fucking same," I grumbled, washing my hand over my face in frustration. I had been moving for hours. The glowing fungi were starting to give me a massive headache.

If I had a choice in the matter, I would've stayed in my hiding spot for at least another two weeks until I was at my prime, but I was all out of… sustenance. I had no other choice but to run headfirst through the abyss or risk starving to death. My intuition was my only guide.

Right as I was about to sit down to take a break, I was suddenly halted in my tracks as a woman's scream began echoing through the cavern. At first, I ignored it, thinking I was hearing things, but as time went on, it grew more intense the more I tried to ignore it.

"If this isn't a trap, I don't know what is," I muttered, shaking my head anxiously.

If it was a monster, I had weapons that I had been practicing using for such an occasion. I could now somewhat defend myself with my increase in stats. Since this was reality, I was more than likely going to have to be on the offensive rather than waiting for danger to come to my door. I couldn't afford to stay here any longer and needed to finish up this quest.

I gripped my scorpion chains tightly, ready for anything. I needed to get these 10 kills out of the way, one way or another.

Cautiously, I followed the voice through jagged, complex passageways. The damp, musty air carried a sour odor, and dim fungi light cast shadows, turning every corner into a potential hiding spot for horrors. As I turned the final corner where I heard the voice, I ran into a dead end.

"It's just a wall… Ha. Am I actually going crazy?"

"I just want someone to save me," the woman sobbed, combating my thoughts of insanity.

I pressed my ear to the cold stone. But as abruptly as it began, the crying stopped. Seconds after, I began to feel a sudden chill running down my spine.

Oddly enough, I began to feel a sudden presence that loomed behind me, as if there were a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I spun around immediately.

Once I did, there she stood—a ghostly woman, the most beautiful person I had ever seen. She wore long, flowing white robes that fluttered as if caught in an invisible breeze. Her delicate, glowing skin, angelic features, and sorrowful eyes held an otherworldly allure.

"Did you come to save me?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.

My heart hammered, but I wasn't stupid. She was see-through, shimmering like a mirage. As I backed up, a red number appeared above her head in the same font as the system notifications.

Lamia  

[Level 9] (Mutated)

Distress washed over me. This creature was beyond my current level. On top of that, it said "mutated" next to her level, and from what I'd heard on live streams, mutants were several times stronger than regular members of their species.

Before I could think of any possible escape routes, the tears streaming down her face turned to blood, sending a chill down my spine.

I had never seen or heard of the Lamia species before. It was neither documented on livestream nor talked about in chats. What that meant to me was that anyone who ever encountered a Lamia had either died or kept information to themselves.

"Are you here to save me? Why are you backing away?" she asked, a sick, twisted smile spreading across her lips.

With my back against the wall, I loosened the scorpion chains around my wrists, ready to strike. Her eyes narrowed, sensing my hostility. Her body contorted grotesquely, growing larger and more menacing. Her jaw elongated, revealing long serrated teeth glistening with menace. Her eyes melted away, leaving gaping sockets.

Taking a deep breath, I lashed out with the scorpion chains like deadly whips… but unexpectedly, the blades passed through her spectral form like mist.

She let out a grotesque, demonic laugh that echoed off the cavern walls, chilling me to the bone. It was at that moment I decided, enough was enough.

"Yeah… Yeah, fuck this."

Without another moment's hesitation, I turned and ran for my life.

As I sprinted through the labyrinthine tunnels, frustration and fear raced through my mind.

'Why the hell couldn't I have gotten fire powers or electricity?'

The narrow passages twisted and turned, the walls closing in, coated with slimy, bioluminescent fungi that cast eerie shadows. The ground was uneven and slippery, each step a gamble. My breath came in ragged gasps, and cold sweat trickled down my back.

'Why couldn't I just get goblins like everybody else? Instead, I get a fucking ghost!'

I slid down a pit, the ground dropping away beneath me. The creature's voice echoed behind me, making the very walls tremble. The jagged walls scraped against my arms and legs, but thanks to my increased stats, I wasn't hurt.

"Get back here and feed me!" she screamed, her voice reverberating through the cavern.

"Fuck you, you undead bitch!" I shouted back, refusing to look back. I wasn't going to die like some character in a horror movie.

The terrain was treacherous, with unstable ground and pointed rocks jutting out at every turn. I slipped through cracks and crevices, discovering parts of the cavern I'd never seen before. The air was thick with the scent of decay and earth.

In the distance, I saw piles of bones illuminated by bioluminescent fungi. A level 3 skeleton rose, its bones clattering chillingly.

Without slowing down, I wrapped my chains around my knuckles, using the gauntlet option of my weapons. The cold metal felt reassuring. As I reached the skeleton, I punched through it with ease, shattering its skull into dust. Bone fragments scattered in the dim light.

"Get the fuck out of my way," I growled, not breaking my stride.

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[System Notification]

Experience gained: 3 EXP

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Quest Update: Slay 10 Entities

Entities slain: (1/10) 

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I could tell I was losing the monster woman, but then I saw a problem. I had arrived at a dead-end.

Panic surged through me as I looked around for any way out. The walls around me were steep and wet, making climbing difficult. That's when I noticed a narrow path above me, the only way to reach it was by clambering a series of precarious ledges that jutted out unevenly from the rock face.

I had two options: certain death by the monster woman or possible death by climbing some rocks. As the Lamia got closer, the decision became easier.

I started climbing, fingers scrabbling for holds in the rough rock. The stone was cold and damp, each grip precarious. As I ascended, the Lamia's cries grew louder. I kicked up the pace, my body blocking out all pain with adrenaline. Sweat dripped down my face, mixing with the grime and dust.

After dancing on death's door, I finally reached my destination, a new path stretching out before me. The corridor was narrow, with low-hanging stalactites that I had to duck under.

Before running onto it, I glanced down and saw the Lamia arrive at the spot where I had been.

"Stop hiding!" she screamed, her voice filled with rage. She looked around frantically, her twisted form moving with unnatural speed. Her hideous appearance was even more horrifying from a distance—patches of rotting flesh hanging off her skeletal frame.

I held my breath, trying to make myself as small and silent as possible. My heart thundered in my chest, each beat feeling like a cannon announcing my presence. I pressed against the rock, praying she wouldn't see me. The air was thick with tension, the silence punctuated only by the distant drip of water.

The Lamia's gaze swept over the area, but she didn't spot me. Even though her eyes were now just holes in her skull, she seemed to see with terrifying clarity. After what felt like an eternity, she turned away, frustrated, her movements jerky and unnatural.

I let out a slow, controlled breath, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. Carefully, I inched forward, making sure not to make a sound. The ground was littered with loose stones, and I moved cautiously to avoid making noise. The Lamia lingered a moment longer, her hideous form shifting restlessly, before finally moving on.

Once she was out of sight, I let out a sigh of relief and started down the new path. The grotto opened up slightly, revealing a network of tunnels and passages that twisted and turned.

After the harrowing escape from the Lamia, I continued my exploration of the cavern. Hours passed as I navigated the treacherous terrain, my scorpion chains a comforting presence wrapped around my wrists.

Eventually, I noticed a faint glow in the distance. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but as I moved closer, the light grew more intense, piercing through the darkness like a beacon of salvation. My heart raced with hope and disbelief. Could this be the way out?

The closer I got, the more intense the light became, piercing through the darkness. After being in the dark for so long, the light felt blinding, forcing me to squint as I approached. The joy that surged through me was indescribable, a wave of relief that nearly brought me to my knees.

I stumbled towards the light, my steps quickening with each passing moment. The cavern's oppressive chill began to fade, replaced by the warmth of sunlight filtering through the opening. The damp, earthy scent of the cave dissipated, replaced by the crisp aroma of the outside world. As I reached the exit, I was greeted by a breathtaking scene.

The outside world was bright and vibrant, a stark contrast to the bleak and foreboding Deadlands. I shielded my eyes against the glare, blinking rapidly as they adjusted. The sky was a beautiful expanse of blue, with the suns casting a golden glow over the landscape. Birds chirped, leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, a symphony of sounds that felt like a warm embrace. The air was fragrant with blooming flowers and fresh grass, a stark reminder of life beyond the cavern's darkness. Ahead of me stretched a lush forest, the trees swaying softly, their leaves shimmering in the sunlight.

I stood at the cave's mouth, taking in the beauty of the world beyond. The grass underfoot was a vivid green, starkly contrasting the desolate Deadlands. The vibrant landscape filled me with renewed purpose and determination. The forest, miles away, promised safety and new beginnings.

With a deep breath, I made my way toward the forest. As I walked, the sounds of nature grew louder: birds chirping, leaves rustling, and the distant hum of life. The journey was long, but the forest represented a sanctuary where I could finally rest and recover from the ordeal I had endured.

Each stride left behind the gloom of the cavern and the memories of its nightmares. The forest loomed closer, a symbol of hope and renewal. I pressed on, my heart light, my spirit unbroken. I had survived the Deadlands, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air, freezing me in my tracks. I spun around, my heart pounding. Emerging from the shadows of the cave was a figure that sent a shiver down my spine.

Empusa

[Level 16] (Mutated)

The Empusa stood before me, a monstrous blend of beauty and horror. Her body was that of a statuesque woman, but her features were outlandish and otherworldly. One leg was a donkey's, and the other was gleaming bronze, giving her an eerie, unbalanced appearance. Her eyes glowed with malevolent fire, and her sharp teeth gleamed as she smiled, revealing her true nature.

"No..." I whispered in disbelief, backing away slowly.

The Empusa's smile widened, and she moved with predatory grace, her movements fluid and unnervingly silent. The scent of decay and blood wafted from her, mingling with the fresh air.

"Leaving so soon?" she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "But the fun has only just begun."

My heart pounded as I frantically scanned my surroundings. My mind raced, calculating every possible escape route. The scorpion chains around my wrists hummed with energy, but would they be enough?

'Think, Alistair, think! There's got to be a way!'

I lashed out with my scorpion chains, aiming for her heart, but she sidestepped effortlessly, her laughter echoing through the clearing. I struck again and again, each attack more desperate than the last. The chains struck the ground and rocks, sending sparks flying, but they never found their mark.

"You're making this too easy," she taunted, her eyes narrowing with amusement. "Is that all you've got?"

Panic surged through me. No matter what I did, she was always one step ahead, her movements too fast, too precise. My attacks were futile, mere child's play to her. I could feel my strength waning, my hope slipping away.

'No… I can't die here. Not like this!'

The Empusa lunged, her claws glinting in the sunlight. I barely dodged, the air around me slicing with the force of her attack. Her claws raked across my chest, sending a searing pain through my body. I stumbled back, blood dripping from the wounds.

"Fuck you," I gasped, my voice trembling. "let me go."

Her smile twisted into a snarl. "Disgusting" she spat. "You think you deserve to live? Prove it."

With renewed determination, I lashed out once more, my scorpion chains striking with all the strength I could muster. This time, I aimed for her legs, hoping to unbalance her. She leaped effortlessly, landing gracefully behind me. Her claws tore into my back, ripping through flesh and muscle. The pain was excruciating, and I fell to my knees, gasping for breath.

'There has to be a way out. Think, dammit!'

I tried to stand, but my legs gave out beneath me. The Empusa towered over me, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Pathetic," she sneered. "You're not even worth the effort."

'No… Not like this. I won't die like this.'

I summoned the last of my strength and lashed out with my chains one final time. The blades whistled through the air, but the Empusa caught them effortlessly, yanking me towards her. Her grip tightened around my throat, lifting me off the ground.

"Go to sleep, little warrior," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

She then slammed me into the ground with the force of a sledgehammer, knocking the wind out of me, shattering ribs, and sending me sprawling. Pain exploded in my chest as I gasped for breath, my vision swimming.

"Because you're not going anywhere," she purred, her voice a rancid mix of mockery and glee. She grabbed my ankle, her grip like iron, and began dragging me back into the cave. The rough stone scraped against my skin, tearing at my clothes and flesh.

"No!" I screamed, or at least tried to, but it was inaudible due to me drowning in my own blood. I clawed at the ground in desperation, my nails popping off and revealing bloody flesh. The sunlight faded, replaced by the cavern's oppressive despair. The air grew colder, and the scent of fresh grass and flowers was overwhelmed by the stench of decay.

The Empusa's laughter echoed through the cave, a chilling sound. "Struggle all you want, little creature," she taunted. "It makes your kind taste better."

My mind raced, a whirlwind of fear and frustration. I lashed out with my scorpion chains, but she dodged effortlessly. The chains struck the stone floor, sending sparks flying but doing nothing to slow her down.

'Why couldn't I just catch a break?'

The Empusa's grip tightened, and I felt her nails digging into my flesh, sending ripples of pain through my leg.

'I won't die here… I said I wouldn't… I can't…' But the Empusa's grip was unrelenting, and soon the light was just a distant memory, swallowed by the endless night of the cave. I… I couldn't hold on any longer.

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When I regained consciousness, a searing pain engulfed my entire being. I was paralyzed, unable to move or scream as if I had been poisoned. The Empusa and her kin were gathered around me, their grotesque forms illuminated by the sickly glow of bioluminescent fungi. Their eyes glinted with cruel enjoyment as they tore into my flesh, savoring each bite. The agony was beyond anything I had ever experienced. The cavern floor was littered with the remains of previous victims, their bodies torn apart, bones jutting out of mangled flesh, a macabre testament to the horrors that had unfolded here.

'This is fucked up…. This is so fucked up… Why did this have to happen to me?'

One of them bit into my left shoulder, her jaws crushing bone and sinew with horrifying ease. The sound of her chewing was wet and animalistic. Another gnawed on my thigh, her sharp teeth sinking deep into the muscle, sending surges of unbearable pain up my leg. I could feel her tongue lapping at the blood, savoring the taste as I screamed internally.

They proceeded with feasting, nibbling chunks of my body at their leisure, endlessly picking me apart as if I was a snack food that could never fulfill their hunger. Each bite was a new hell, the pain radiating through my entire being. My skin was being peeled away, muscles torn asunder, nerves screaming in agony with every nibble and bite. Blood soaked the ground beneath me, mixing with the rotting remains of those who had come before, their hollow eyes staring lifelessly, as if warning me of my inevitable fate.

After what felt like ages… I had no more tears… For the first time, I felt myself losing the will to live. My consciousness flickered, darkness creeping in at the edges of my vision.

If I knew this was what my life would've consisted of after entering the tower, then perhaps, dying in a hospital bed would have been less mentally strenuous.

"He's much more tender than the other one we had yesterday," one of them hissed with perverse satisfaction. "It's like his muscles melt in your mouth."

"Look at him," another one chortled, her mouth full of my flesh. "He really thought that he was going home. I just love it when hope leaves their eyes after we drag them back in."

"They're all the same," a third one chimed in, her voice dripping with contempt. "Weak and full of false hope. They make for such delightful snacks."

'It hurts so bad…' My thoughts were a jumbled mess of pain and despair. Each breath was a struggle, my chest feeling like it was being crushed under an immense weight. My heart raced, my pulse hammering in my ears, drowning out everything except the excruciating pain.

Their taunts echoed as tears flowed down my face. I was scared. My vision blurred, either from blood loss or dried tears. I could feel my body going haywire, my muscles spasming uncontrollably as the monsters continued their feast. I was trapped, helpless, being eaten alive by these monstrous women. The cave walls were closing in around me, the air growing thicker with every passing second.

Just when I thought it was over, a strange, familiar sensation coursed through me. The ground beneath me shifted, transforming as a portal materialized—a swirling vortex of light and shadow. Before I could comprehend it, I sank into the portal, feeling a wrenching twist in the fabric of reality around me.

"No! What is happening?" one of the Empusa screeched, her voice laced with fury.

"I'm not full!!" another shouted, her eyes wide with rage.

They lunged at me, their claws outstretched, but as they touched the portal, a brilliant light exploded outward. The monsters were caught in its dazzling embrace, their forms beginning to dissolve in a spectacular display of energy. Their flesh and bone seemed to peel away layer by layer, skin turning to ash, bones fracturing into fine dust, and sinew disintegrating into glowing particles. The light intensified, their horrific forms breaking apart, unraveling like threads of a fabric being ripped asunder.

Their screams echoed, a cacophony of rage and pain, cut short as they were atomized, their bodies reduced to nothingness in a blinding, radiant burst. The glow of their disintegration burned into my vision, the last remnants of their existence flickering away like dying embers.

The pain began to fade, the agony dissipating as I was pulled into the vortex, leaving behind the nightmare of the cavern and its monstrous inhabitants. The weight of their bites and the horror of their feast lifted from me, replaced by an overwhelming sense of disorientation and relief. The world around me blurred, the sickly glow of the cavern giving way to a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations as I was transported through the rift, my consciousness slipping into a merciful, pain-free void.

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My consciousness flickered back to life, greeted by a biting cold that seared through my battered body. I lay sprawled on the frozen ground, every movement sending waves of torment rippling through me. My eyes struggled to focus, but all I could see was an endless expanse of ice and snow stretching out before me.

With a groan, I rolled onto my side, the snow crunching beneath me. The cold gnawed at my skin, seeping into my bones like a relentless predator. I was battered, bruised, barely clinging to life.

As I struggled to sit up, a monstrous figure loomed before me—a gigantic wolf, its fur a patchwork of frost and blood. Its eyes burned with a fierce hunger, sending a shiver down my spine.

As I lay there, battered and broken, the frigid air cutting through me like a knife, a voice echoed in the recesses of my mind—a sinister whisper that sent chills down my spine.

"Come closer, mortal," the voice murmured, its tone dripping with malice. "Do not fear me. Embrace your destiny."

I shuddered, the sound of the voice sending a shiver down my spine. It was ancient, primal, a force beyond comprehension. And yet, there was a strange allure to it, a twisted fascination that drew me in despite my terror.

Slowly, tentatively, I began to inch closer to the creature before me—a monstrous wolf with eyes like smoldering suns, its silver fur matted with frost and blood. As I approached, it lowered itself to the ground, its enormous form sprawled out before me, its belly exposed in a gesture of submission.

"Ah, mortal," the voice purred in my mind, its tone dripping with honeyed deceit. "You have nothing to fear from me. I am but a humble servant of fate, a harbinger of destiny."

I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to flee, but something compelled me to stay—to listen to the creature's words, to heed its call.

"You see, mortal," the voice continued, its words weaving a hypnotic spell around me, "I have a proposition for you. A chance for redemption, for power beyond your wildest dreams."

" Just by looking at you I can tell that you've been suffering. I'm sure that you can tell the great entity that you see before you has also been through his fair share of suffering… What you must understand is that there is a being beyond you and I who has caused all of this suffering… suffering to all beings throughout the known multiverse and only through me, can it be stopped…"

I listened, transfixed, as the creature spoke of how there was me—a broken, insignificant pawn in a game far larger than myself, and it, a true player.

"But fear not, mortal," the voice whispered, its tone almost soothing now. "For I offer you a chance to rise above your station, to become something greater than you ever thought possible."

And then, with a sinister smile, the creature revealed its true intentions— "I am the vengeance of my people in land… through you consuming a part of me, I shall be reborn, given another opportunity to destroy everything that wasn't meant to be… your sacrifice will be noble. Be proud, mortal… You shall be the instrument of my vengeance. You shall consume my heart, and in doing so, become my vessel!"

I trembled, the enormity of the creature's words crashing over me like a tidal wave. But despite my fear, there was a glimmer of something else—excitement, perhaps, or madness—that whispered in the depths of my soul.

And so, with a trembling hand, I began to climb the creature's massive form. As I reached the towering form of the monstrous wolf, its body looming above me like a mountain, I couldn't help but feel a surge of trepidation and revulsion. 

With a trembling hand, I began to climb its massive form, each step against my own will.

As I reached its chest, I could feel the heat of its heart pulsing beneath my fingertips—a primal rhythm that echoed the beating of my own. But as I brought my hand to its chest, I recoiled in horror at the sight before me—the heart of the beast, grotesquely swollen and pulsating with a sickly glow that sent bile rising in my throat.

It was gigantic, far larger than anything I could have ever imagined, its mass filling me with a sense of dread and contempt. And yet, despite my revulsion, this being compelled me to reach out, to plunge my hands into its chest.

The sensation was overwhelming, the warmth of the heart searing my flesh as I grasped it in my hands. I wanted to vomit, to scream, to run as far away from this nightmare as possible. But the voice in my mind—the voice of the creature—forced me to continue, to consume pieces of the heart in order to become its vessel.

And so, with a final, desperate cry, I forced myself to bring the heart to my lips, its pulsating mass filling my mouth with a sickly sweetness that threatened to choke me. I gagged, as I consumed the poisonous bile that incaseed around chunks of the heart.

As pieces of meat went down my throat, my body began to burn. Not just my body, but even my hands begin to corrode.

As seconds passed, and the parts of my body that had made contact with the creatures, blood remained soaked, my flesh and muscles started to melt into a black liquid, as if I was being digested in real time.

Minutes passed I was still eating the heart in pieces of me, were still being melted down to the bone…

Hours passed, I was still eating more pieces and all of my internal organs started to feel as if they were catching on fire…

My bones, they felt like they were being warped and molded like hot steel…

I felt like the entirety of my being was being reconfigured and reworked.

I felt a surge of power coursing through me, a dark and terrible energy that filled me with a sense of dread and exhilaration. And as I stood there, battered and broken, I knew that my journey was far from over—that I was now bound to a fate far darker than anything I could have ever imagined.

As I devoured the pulsating mass, I noticed something strange—Wolf's consciousness wasn't melding with mine as it should have. Instead, there was a barrier, a resistance that prevented him from taking control.

I could feel Wolf's panic rising, his voice echoing in my mind as he demanded answers. But I was too weak, too drained to respond. All I could do was continue to consume, to devour the essence of the ancient creature that lay before me.

The wolf's's fear turned to realization, a dawning horror as he understood the truth. I could feel his laughter echoing in my mind, a sinister sound that filled me with dread and unease.

"Ah, I see now," he chuckled darkly. "You already possess the ability to devour souls, don't you, Alistair? That's why I can't merge with you… because you're consuming me."

His words sent a chill down my spine, a realization of the dark power that lay within me. But the wolf wasn't finished. He knew that he couldn't transfer his consciousness to me, but he still had a demand—a demand for revenge.

"You may not be able to become my vessel, Alistair," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "But you can and will serve me."

His words filled me with a sense of purpose, a burning desire to see justice done. And as I continued to devour his heart, I felt a sense of resolution wash over me. 

"I hate this tower," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "It took everything from me… my brother, my life… even my chance at revenge. But now, it's time for you to finish what I started. Destroy the tower, Alistair… or at least destroy the one who created it."

As I consumed the last chunks of Fenrir's heart, I could feel a sense of closure settling over me. And as his consciousness faded into nothingness, I heard him whisper a final apology.

"Jörmungandr… you and I have become one, but unfortunately I couldn't achieve what you wanted me to… I'm sorry… I'm sorry, let's hope our vassal achieves something that we weren't able to."

As I consumed the last remnants of the wolf's heart, a strange sensation washed over me. It was as if I was being drawn into the very essence of the creature, pulled into its chest cavity by an unseen force. I tumbled into the darkness, surrounded by the remnants of the monstrous wolf's being.

With each passing moment, I felt the compulsion to eat grow stronger, more urgent. My body convulsed with ravenous hunger, and I tore into the flesh before me with ferocious intensity. Black liquid oozed from the wounds, mingling with the yellow energy that crackled around me like lightning.

My transformation was grotesque and horrifying—a fusion of fur and flesh, human and beast. My limbs contorted and twisted, my skin stretched and pulled until it was barely recognizable. But still, I couldn't stop eating, couldn't stop devouring the remnants of the wolf's essence.

Every bite sent a surge of power coursing through me, filling me with an insatiable hunger that consumed my very being. I ravaged the remains of the creature, tearing and gnashing until there was nothing left but darkness and emptiness.

And then, as I consumed the last morsel of flesh, I felt a sudden weightlessness, a sense of detachment from reality. My vision blurred, the world spinning around me in a dizzying whirlwind of sensation. And then, with a final gasp, I blacked out, succumbing to the darkness that enveloped me.