Darren stood right next to the elf.
No.
Was Narion even an elf to begin with?
Whatever this grotesque creature was, Darren found himself frozen in place when he looked at it. When he saw the thing's lips burst open and reveal monstrous teeth, he was shocked.
"How impolite."
He heard the creature hiss.
Darren turned his trembling eyes to the Paladin standing behind Narion. He too had gone through a similar transformation. The lips had come undone, revealing razor-sharp teeth. The flesh had turned pale, and the face had turned utterly hideous.
In that moment, only one word echoed inside Darren's mind.
Ghoul!
They were a type of undead creature that perpetually hungered for the flesh of the living. They were never sated, no matter how much they ate.
Gluttony made manifest in the vessel of an undying being.
