The Divine Hunter

walked towards the altar, and noticed that the middle of the altar was a black whole.
It was about the size of a person and looked like a well.

 

Roy looked into the well curiously.
Even with a witcher’s eyesight, he could only see pure darkness.
He then hit the edge of the altar with Gwyhyr, and there was a clang as the blade clashed with the gravel of the altar.

 

When Letho saw it, his expression became grim.

 

“This thing is extremely tough.
Alchemical bombs are useless against it.
We need to use a large amount of explosives.”

 

***

 

“Destroy the altar?” Adda, who was behind Roy, was hesitant as she bit her lips.
Her attitude had already changed, and she was not as convinced as before.

 

The moment she remembered that dream, her eyes began to get wet.
It was a wish she hid deep within her, a dream that could never be realized.
But because of that “dream” the witcher had mentioned, she managed to reach the top of the world.
She possessed ultimate power, and she was more than happy with it.

 

Not to mention, the so-called dream was so real she couldn’t separate it from reality.
It was not something that could be caused by taking herbs or some other psychedelic drugs.

 

“It was so perfect…”

 

Half of the forty or so knights also had the same thought, and they were more entranced than Adda.

 

Their most well-hidden dreams had been realized through the delusion.

 

But the witchers had stopped everything.
They’d taken away their perfect world… Suddenly, a group of knights looked at the backs of the witchers with dark intent.

 

“What are you still bumbling about?!” Roy turned around and couldn’t help but yell out in fury when he saw that they were all unmoving.

 

The tall and large witcher stood by his side, fully alert.

 

“Some… Something’s wrong with Sir Kleist…” A knight suddenly pointed at the back of his companion and screamed in fear.
“There’s something growing on his neck!”

 

“What?” Roy looked at the knight being accused and he was shocked at what he saw.
The knight’s eyes were filled with blood as black fish scales grew from his neck and arms that were exposed.

 

Even his face was also slightly changing.
His forehead was slumping as his eyes, mouth and chin began to extrude.

 

He wouldn’t be able to tell the difference without looking at him carefully.

 

But the most terrifying thing about this was the knight’s condition.
He saw that the Weakness condition from him had completely disappeared.
And what replaced it was another red-ed condition.
“Transformed.”

 

Transformed: The mysterious magnetic field’s effect had reached its peak.
After listening to the beguiling words of an Outer God’s devotee, your body and mind have warped.

 

Your Will is less than 6.
You are officially transforming into a degenerate.

 

“Those who can still hear me, retreat now! Leave this damn place and this forest! Now! If you don’t want to die, do it now!”

 

“What’s happening, witcher?”

 

“He’s transforming into a monster!” Roy’s voice was shaking.
“If we don’t leave now, none of us are going to survive this!”

 

The remaining knights who could still think straight were shocked by what he said and immediately retreated outwards.
Meanwhile, Roy immediately carried Princess Adda on his shoulder and ran.

 

“She hasn’t transformed yet.
We can still make it!”

 

On the other side, the bald man guarded their rear tightly as they withdrew back into the forest and began to make a mad dash out of there.

 

The remaining knights’ transformation continued as their eyes began to become numb.
They stood quietly in front of the altar, and didn’t give chase at all.

 

They dropped their weapons and removed their armor.
Then, as they lowered their heads, their naked bodies began to twitch as every joint and bone began to warp strangely.

 

The hair on their skin began to fall as scales appeared, and a brownish fishtail began to grow and burst through the skin and flesh at the end of their tailbone.

 

A dark reddish fish head began to grow from their neck.
Their white eyes had completely lost all semblance of intelligence.

 

And from the well, black water began to surge out into the air.
It began to extend and coil in the air before finally forming a large, shadowy figure.

 

It had no definite form as its black figure seemingly changed repeatedly like mist, but its round, red eyes were as terrifying as the abyss’s gaze.

 

Countless black threads shot out from the shadow and into the bodies of the transformed, connecting them all as one.
Was it draining from them, or was it bestowing upon them?