The female voice came from a dryad. This dryad was rooted to the ground as her lower half body was wooden like a tree. Her legs were merged together into one while her upper half was human. Her breasts were covered by a weave of vines and leaves alike Isaac's former crotch weave, except it looked sturdier. Her arms were raised above her head as they branched out, becoming more wooden as it went farther from her shoulders. Her hair was a beautiful, luscious green as yellow flowers were twined in strands. These yellow flowers were the same flowers that were on her "hands" as leaves grew from what could be said to be her hands.
"You seem troubled," she said, watching over Isaac, "rest for a while."
"Who are you?" he said, holding his sword up in caution.
"Don't fear me for I won't do you harm." She looked at him with a calm and collected air. "I am Fytomorfia. As I mentioned before, I am the guardian of this sanctuary. This place has been protected under my care, and it has been uncorrupted by the twisted magic that resides in this very crypt."
"I still don't trust you," Isaac warned her as he still kept his sword up. "After all, a witch tried to take my member and balls in place for my purity. I've managed to stay pure despite the grueling transformation I experienced. Who knows what could've happened if I let her do that?"
"You may be strong in you resistance against the corruption, but you're quite unwilling to make sacrifices. Had you let her remove your tainted manhood in exchange for purity, you wouldn't have to endure such a transformation and you would still be human. Now, look at yourself; you had lost your humanity, and what more, your pride in your manhood had left you with a burden."
Isaac scoffed at her sermon, but he said nothing. "Fair point; you may be sly, but I won't fall for your tricks."
"There are no tricks," she said. "I'm only here to care for this place, and since you looked troubled, I had to offer help to you. Here, I offer a fruit for you to help you recuperate and regain your lost energy."
From behind her hair, a slick vine peeked out, holding a yellow fruit that looked similar to Isaac's oversized balls. It looked like a tomato save for its golden color as it looked like it dimly glowed in the darkness. The skin feels soft, but it strangely feels warm.