Into the night

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Forced transformation has started

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Arthur felt a primal surge coursing through him as his body contorted and transformed. His teeth elongated into razor-sharp fangs, saliva dripping from his gaping maw. Claws erupted from his hands, each one growing longer and sharper with each passing moment. New eyes formed within his skull, their fiery intensity matched only by the blood-red hue of his pupils. His once-human sclera turned obsidian black as his transformation reached its zenith.

Through the tumult of change, Arthur's mind remained singularly focused on one thing: saving Savúl. Emotions boiled within him, but only a few remained discernible amidst the torrent—bloodlust, anger, and an overwhelming sense of wrath.

With newfound strength, Arthur leaned against the bars of his cell, his claws digging deep into the metal. Ignoring the searing pain of his transformation, he gripped the bars with all his might, each muscle straining against the unyielding metal. With a primal roar, he wrenched the bars apart, his eyes glowing with an unearthly intensity.

The guards, who had been laughing moments before, fell silent as they beheld the terrifying sight before them. Savúl, now lying on the ground, looked up at Arthur with a mixture of fear and hope.

"Free her," Arthur growled, his voice a guttural snarl that brooked no argument. He didn't make it a request—he issued a command, knowing full well that he would exact his revenge regardless of their compliance.

Scraping his bare feet against the cold stone floor, Arthur locked his multiple eyes with the two soldiers, his gaze burning with unbridled fury. No longer did he see them as prey to be hunted; now, they were obstacles to be eradicated.

The soldiers, sensing the impending danger, charged at Arthur with their spears at the ready. One thrust his spear directly into Arthur's stomach, eliciting a guttural growl of pain. Ignoring the agony, Arthur retaliated with brutal force, coughing up blood directly into the soldier's face. A sickening sizzle filled the air as the soldier recoiled, clutching his scalded skin.

With a swift motion, Arthur yanked the spear from his own stomach and hurled it at the other soldier, the metal tip piercing through his helmet with a sickening crunch. Another sizzle echoed through the chamber as the soldier fell, his lifeless body collapsing to the ground, his dead hands still clutching burnt flesh.

As the soldiers lay motionless on the ground, Arthur staggered forward, his movements erratic and fueled by pure adrenaline. Blood dripped from his wounds, staining the cold stone floor beneath him. With every step, his vision blurred, but he pushed through the pain, his mind focused on one thing: getting Savúl to safety.

"Savúl," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper as he approached her trembling form. With trembling hands, he reached out to her, his touch gentle despite the fury burning within him.

Savúl looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and concern. "Arthur," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their surroundings. She reached out and took his hand, her touch grounding him in the chaos of the moment.

"Need... to go..." Arthur growled urgently, his gaze darting around the dimly lit prison. He could hear the faint echo of footsteps in the distance, a reminder that they were not alone in this place.

Savúl nodded, her expression grim. Together, they stumbled towards the far end of the prison, where a narrow passage led deeper into the darkness. Arthur's senses were on high alert, every sound and movement setting his nerves on edge.

Arthur's multiple sets of eyes floundered around the room in an adrenaline-filled panic, noticing a set of stairs at the end of the hall they had just turned towards. He grasped Savúl's hand as he pulled her towards their escape. Pushing off the stairs, further and further up. The smell of wet soil hit his nose as they reached a shabby door.

Steadying his shoulder, he bashes through it, wood splintering as the pouring rain hits their head. Savúl, exhausted from the events that had just transpired, threw up what little contents had entered her stomach prior. Arthur lightly tapped her back with concern, his beast form, still in full effect.

His mouth starts untransforming slightly to ease speech, he checks his jaw as he begins speaking "Savúl, we need to keep moving".

Savúl looks up at him with an exhausted expression, nodding with a knowing and weary smile. "I know..." Before slightly collapsing.

Arthur steadies her before she falls into the pool of vomit, letting her climb up on his back as he begins setting off to the only location he knew they could go... The Rune Mage.

But little did they know, their journey was far from over. As they disappeared into the night, a shadowy figure watched from the darkness, his deep orange eyes glinting with malice. The battle may have been won, but the war was far from over.

"You will be the tastiest meal Arthur, but perhaps you need to be more tender before I sink my teeth into you," Bill drooled hungrily.