When Isaac awoke, he felt strangely refreshed considering where he was sleeping. He sat up, noticing his undershirt was hanging quite loosely from his body.
"I never remembered this tunic being so loose." Isaac thought. The looseness was quite apparent but at the same time no normal person would think anything seems strange about it. "Maybe it's just my imagination." Isaac said to himself as he still effortlessly donned his heavy plate armor and brandished his weapon. "My strength is the same, and my armor still fits fine."
Unbeknownst to Isaac, his tunic and armor were in fact more loosely worn on his body. This sharp thorns hadn't been corrupted but rather enchanted by some foreign entity. Their magic had done its work on Isaac's body, leaving him a mere few inches shorter and less muscular than before. Such changes were subtle and went mostly unnoticed to the paladin, who was prepared for dealing with largescale changes due to the Corruption.
As Isaac continued on, he had to stop to tighten his boots, which were starting to slip off his feet as he walked. "I could have sworn I had these boots fitted a few weeks ago..." As Isaac continued to watch, hungry eyes were watching him ever since he passed through the brambles.