[Old Knight] II
Fur suddenly grew out of his skin as claws took the place of his hands; he had shed his humanity and become what he once vowed to destroy. A monster.
Heinrick, once a celebrated knight and chief hunter of the old empire, was now a twisted amalgamation of man and beast. His appearance grotesque, with elongated limbs, and a distorted face.
"Oh, Old knight! I, Alistair Cassian Fellsword vow to do right by your legacy!" I raised my sword and held it with both hands, my vow was true, and my words powerful, yet the task itself would be a tricky one.
The old knight was already a formidable force of nature, and his transformation had only made the gap between us greater.
"COME YOUNG ONE! DO WHAT YOUR GRANDFATHER COULD NOT!" He howled towards me as he dragged his greatsword behind him. His eyes had clearly changed, he was no longer Heinrick the hunter but instead a corrupted being.
I took a deep breath and focused my energies together.