Isaac left the warded room, feeling ready to go deeper. While he hasn’t found out what the dagger does (if it has a special function), he felt prepared to go on in his quest. The caverns then sloped downward as the path down was dangerously steep. Isaac had to descend carefully as he relied on protruding rocks on the walls to keep himself from falling and injuring himself.
Once he reached the bottom, the place felt cold, but it wasn’t from the damp environment or even his body. Instead, it was an eldritch coldness. Not only would it make one’s spine shiver, but it would make one feel a cold void in their heart. It was a frigidity of the unknown, the strange, the eerie. Rarely had Isaac felt a chill this powerful before when he was back up on the surface. No, this was the first time he felt it at such a magnitude.
He knew he was near.
The place was dark as the few light bulbs that lit the area flickered sporadically. Shadows of stalagmites and stalactites looked like monstrous jaws as the sound of rolling pebbles was magnified throughout the entire cave system. Isaac knew he had to be brave, but the distance between him and the source of corruption made him a little afraid.
Isaac treaded carefully, clutching the dagger in his hand as he was ready to attack if anything came his way. The air was still for a while, and Isaac waited…
...and waited…
...and waited…
Suddenly, Isaac heard the sound of running footsteps, and he quickly turned! He stabbed his dagger at the unknown opponent, fortunately landing a hit on it. The force of the stabbing made it wince and fall on its back, a deep gash on its abdomen as it was incredibly wounded.
While it was down due to injury, Isaac examined the assailant. Its face was lupine, and it gnarled at Isaac, showing its dangerous teeth. The damned creature was covered in fur, but it was humanoid in shape. Its hands were clawed like Isaac, and its tail was stiff and fluffed up in between its legs. Isaac saw that it was terribly aroused too, but it was growling and wincing in pain as the gash made it paralyzed.
“Hm…” Isaac said as he noticed something strange from the gash. The fur around it had receded, and the blood that came forth from it stained its fur downward. The bloodstained fur started receding as well, and from the gash the fur started receding bit by bit. The werewolf’s form started to shrink a bit as the tail grew back into its body. Its head slowly lost its wolfish features as its muzzle was pushed back into its face and its teeth dulled. Even its member started to shrink and soften as it lost its arousal, becoming more humanlike.
What was left of the corrupted, black-furred werewolf was a human, who was suffering a great injury. He coughed up blood, feeling weak and pained. He looked at Isaac, thanking him for ridding his corruption, but he silently begged him to save his life.