"The balance between your hybrid sides is broken, and it’s only a matter of time before Jorl the Storm Griffon-Upyr is gone and only Jorl the Vurdalak remains." The Black Throne said.
Ever since Light Soul had saved Jorl from death, something felt terribly wrong since the moment he had reverted into his Griffon form. The edges of the Upyr’s hide ached and burned as if the rest of the body failed to recognize the new tissues and fought them like an infection.
"Is there anything you can do about it?" Jorl almost fainted when he tried to use Invigoration to recover his strength.
The world energy turned into mana upon entering his core, but the energy signature changed again the moment the mana flowed through the Upyr tissues. It wasn’t as dangerous as mana poisoning, but it was just as painful.
"Luckily for you, yes." The Black Throne replied. "Ever since we discovered the parasitic nature of Orpal’s bloodline, I’ve taken a full scan of your life force in the event that something like this happened.
"I can restore your Griffon life force with Body Sculpting, but there are a few catches."
"Wait, you knew our Upyr side is just a parasite, and you didn’t tell us?" Uragar said in outrage.
"Upyr or Vurdalak makes no difference to you as long as your host is a Divine Beast." Jorl groaned in pain. "Your real body is a Davross book, and whatever might happen to Akhton or me if Orpal’s blood overtakes us won’t affect you.
"Your nature as a cursed object makes you immune to the Vurdalak’s curse. Your mind and body will always be your own. Your host is just your puppet."
"I know, but why did you tell him and not me or Salanoth?" Uragar snarled.
"Because there could be me floating in that crystal pod right now." Akhton snarled back. "I’m a Bastet, and I want to stay a Bastet. You just wanted a Divine Beast host, and you got it, so shut up!"
"The kitten has a point." The Black Throne suppressed his noisy guests with his aura. "I needed to record Akhton’s and Jorl’s energy signature to save them, whereas you should undergo the full mutation as quickly as you can, trinket.
"It would allow us to study a full Vurdalak and identify any weakness that we can exploit when we attack Orpal."
Uragar nodded in reply, but the cursed tower didn’t allow him to stand up again for several minutes.
"As I was saying, apprentice, I can restore you, but I can’t heal you. That’s beyond even my abilities." The Black Throne said.
"I would undergo a procedure that restructures my life force into its previous form, but it would be artificial." Jorl nodded. "What else?"
"I’m afraid that even after I plug the hole in the dam, the crack will remain." The cursed tower replied. "Those tissues will still belong to a Vurdalak and try to heal themselves.
"Light Soul is much more likely to activate now. When it does, all my work will come undone, and more Griffon tissues will be converted. The plague will spread further, and there is no telling how virulent it will become."
"Is there any chance that after restoring my life force with Body Sculpting, my Griffon tissues will reclaim what’s theirs? They still comprise the vast majority of my Griffon body." Jorl asked.
"It’s possible, but I can’t tell you if it’s likely." The Black Throne shook in annoyance. "You need a Healer for that, and a damn good one. The Vurdalak race didn’t exist until a few years ago, and no one ever got the opportunity to examine it.
"Unless we capture Orpal or the trinket lets the Vurdalak blood take over his host’s life force, I have no idea how to make your recovery permanent."

’That’s not my body but Orpal’s.’ He thought. ’If kicking that bastard out means suffering a bit, that’s a price I’m willing to pay.’


’Stop right there.’ He said soon after Jorl recalled the scene of the cursed objects collapsing due to the Cursed Carrion array. ’Again, and this time add Uragar to our mind link.’
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