During this short trek, I discovered that I had unlocked more of
Cloudyous's sword talents, and integrated them into my soul. I assumed this
to be relative to my experience gained by killing monsters.
Then, I found my target. It was nothing more than a massive hole in the ground surrounded by a rocky outcropping. Next to the hole was a staff, and on this was an unrolled scroll with the words," Abandon hope all ye who enter here" Now, where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, now I remember. Famous demon's last words.
Without any concern for myself or how I was getting out of the den of evil, I jumped in. I fell for about twenty feet before landing hard on rocky floor. If I weren't wearing armor, I probably would have broken something even before I met my first demon.
I wandered blindly in the darkness, using my ears to navigate, before I came to a torch. Strangely though, it glowed with a bluish flame. I took it, and casted its light on the area in front of me. Instantly, I thought I was going to be sick. There before me laid a dead rogue with a spear through her chest. She looked like she had been dead for several weeks. Her skin was falling off in several places, and flies were buzzing all over her.
I carefully stepped over her, trying to keep my lunch down. Then, I saw the same type of red demon that had tried to kill Erika earlier. It yelled something like," Rakinishu!" before I lowered my torch, and, quite mercilessly I might add, set it on fire with my torch. I laughed as it ran around in flames. This proved to be quite a bad mistake as the rest of his clan, which exceeded two hundred, came after me. This prompted only one line from me," Oh shit!" I unsheathed my blade, and spun around, slicing Fallen in half with every rotation.
When I came to rest, I was quite dizzy, and over a hundred remained. They rushed me all at once, slashing at me with scimitars half the size of their bodies, cutting me open and making my life's blood escape my veins.
I succeeded in getting away from them, thanks to Chisato. My wolf had lunged in during the middle of my battle, if you'd call it that, and started to fight as best as he could against such odds. I looked as though I had gone through hell. My armor was soaked in blood, and my helm was cracked in several places.
A sharp yelp brought me to my senses. I looked back at the fallen horde, and saw Chisato being torn apart, literally by the fallen. This drove me over the edge, and gave me an idea.
I yelled to them," You're all going to die! And my true form shall be the witness" I amplified my rage and hatred, allowing my emotions to run out of control, something I would never do in a normal situation. By combining these runaway emotions with spirit power, which I had recently learned went by the name of mana, I felt my form begin to crack and change. My face began to lengthen, my eyes became slanted, my legs became long and slim, and my arms underwent similar changes except my fingernails became claws. My hands were thereby unable to grasp my sword, which clattered to the ground. I had entered werewolf form, at last. It could be considered my true form, as it needed my rage in order for the transformation to take place.
A fallen took a hesitant and unsure step backward to which I growled," No. There's no escape. You're mine" With that, I lunged into the horde, and slashed madly at them. I moved like greased lightning, belying the fact that I weighed over two hundred pounds. I lost my mind during this time, or so I think, as I don't remember anything after I transformed.
What I do remember was after all the monsters were dead. I know this because I smelled decaying bodies in massive numbers in the cave. Then, I remembered; Chisato was still hurt!
Still in my wolf form, I ran to where I last saw my beloved partner. He was still alive, miraculously, but was losing a lot of blood. There was no way I could get him back to the encampment in time.
Then, I heard something, but, yet, at the same time, I didn't hear them," It was a great honor serving under you, great druid. I go now to be with the great spirit of nature. Farewell" Then, Chisato died. I felt wetness sliding down my fur-covered face. That was the only time I ever remembered crying.
Later, I found a way out of the den of evil and back to the rogue encampment. Of course, Erika asked where Chisato was. What was I to tell her other than the truth? You see, I told you I would be getting to why I was so depressed. Chisato was the first thing Diablo took from me, but it wasn't going to be the last.
Then, I found my target. It was nothing more than a massive hole in the ground surrounded by a rocky outcropping. Next to the hole was a staff, and on this was an unrolled scroll with the words," Abandon hope all ye who enter here" Now, where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, now I remember. Famous demon's last words.
Without any concern for myself or how I was getting out of the den of evil, I jumped in. I fell for about twenty feet before landing hard on rocky floor. If I weren't wearing armor, I probably would have broken something even before I met my first demon.
I wandered blindly in the darkness, using my ears to navigate, before I came to a torch. Strangely though, it glowed with a bluish flame. I took it, and casted its light on the area in front of me. Instantly, I thought I was going to be sick. There before me laid a dead rogue with a spear through her chest. She looked like she had been dead for several weeks. Her skin was falling off in several places, and flies were buzzing all over her.
I carefully stepped over her, trying to keep my lunch down. Then, I saw the same type of red demon that had tried to kill Erika earlier. It yelled something like," Rakinishu!" before I lowered my torch, and, quite mercilessly I might add, set it on fire with my torch. I laughed as it ran around in flames. This proved to be quite a bad mistake as the rest of his clan, which exceeded two hundred, came after me. This prompted only one line from me," Oh shit!" I unsheathed my blade, and spun around, slicing Fallen in half with every rotation.
When I came to rest, I was quite dizzy, and over a hundred remained. They rushed me all at once, slashing at me with scimitars half the size of their bodies, cutting me open and making my life's blood escape my veins.
I succeeded in getting away from them, thanks to Chisato. My wolf had lunged in during the middle of my battle, if you'd call it that, and started to fight as best as he could against such odds. I looked as though I had gone through hell. My armor was soaked in blood, and my helm was cracked in several places.
A sharp yelp brought me to my senses. I looked back at the fallen horde, and saw Chisato being torn apart, literally by the fallen. This drove me over the edge, and gave me an idea.
I yelled to them," You're all going to die! And my true form shall be the witness" I amplified my rage and hatred, allowing my emotions to run out of control, something I would never do in a normal situation. By combining these runaway emotions with spirit power, which I had recently learned went by the name of mana, I felt my form begin to crack and change. My face began to lengthen, my eyes became slanted, my legs became long and slim, and my arms underwent similar changes except my fingernails became claws. My hands were thereby unable to grasp my sword, which clattered to the ground. I had entered werewolf form, at last. It could be considered my true form, as it needed my rage in order for the transformation to take place.
A fallen took a hesitant and unsure step backward to which I growled," No. There's no escape. You're mine" With that, I lunged into the horde, and slashed madly at them. I moved like greased lightning, belying the fact that I weighed over two hundred pounds. I lost my mind during this time, or so I think, as I don't remember anything after I transformed.
What I do remember was after all the monsters were dead. I know this because I smelled decaying bodies in massive numbers in the cave. Then, I remembered; Chisato was still hurt!
Still in my wolf form, I ran to where I last saw my beloved partner. He was still alive, miraculously, but was losing a lot of blood. There was no way I could get him back to the encampment in time.
Then, I heard something, but, yet, at the same time, I didn't hear them," It was a great honor serving under you, great druid. I go now to be with the great spirit of nature. Farewell" Then, Chisato died. I felt wetness sliding down my fur-covered face. That was the only time I ever remembered crying.
Later, I found a way out of the den of evil and back to the rogue encampment. Of course, Erika asked where Chisato was. What was I to tell her other than the truth? You see, I told you I would be getting to why I was so depressed. Chisato was the first thing Diablo took from me, but it wasn't going to be the last.