As Diell rose to celebrate his newfound health with Arthur and Ayla, a sudden and excruciating pain shot through the core of his head. It was as though a searing bolt of lightning had struck him, and the pain quickly radiated outward until every fiber of his being seemed to be engulfed in torment.
Diell couldn't contain his agony, and his joyful celebration transformed into anguished cries. Ayla and Arthur, taken by surprise and deeply concerned, rushed to his side, desperately trying to understand what was happening to their beloved brother.
Ayla's voice trembled with fear and sorrow. "Diell, what's wrong? What's happening to you?"
Arthur's eyes welled up with tears as he held his suffering brother. "Hang on, Diell! We'll figure this out. Just hold on."
But as the pain wracked Diell's body and contorted his face, it became painfully clear that something was terribly wrong. The miraculous recovery he had experienced just moments ago was now overshadowed by this inexplicable torment, and the siblings were left feeling helpless and terrified in the face of this new crisis.
In a matter of seconds, the unthinkable occurred. Diell's agonized cries fell silent, and he stopped breathing. Ayla, overwhelmed with grief, wept for her fallen brother. It felt like their hope had been snatched away in the cruelest manner.
But just when they thought things couldn't get any stranger or more heart-wrenching, something bizarre began to happen. Diell's hair, which had been quite ordinary before, started to grow rapidly and uncontrollably. His fingernails transformed into sharp claws, and his teeth elongated into fearsome fangs. His once-human eyes turned a piercing shade of gold, resembling those of a wild wolf.
Ayla and Arthur watched in astonishment and shock, unable to comprehend the surreal transformation that was taking place before their eyes. Their brother, who had been on the brink of death just moments ago, was now undergoing a metamorphosis into something entirely different, something that defied the laws of nature and reason.
Ayla's sobs of despair turned into gasps of disbelief as she witnessed her brother's extraordinary transformation. She clutched Arthur's arm, her tears now a bewildered mixture of grief and wonder. "Arthur, what's happening to him? Is this even possible?"
Arthur, his face pale and his injured shoulder throbbing with pain, could only shake his head in bewilderment. "I don't know, Ayla. I've never seen or heard of anything like this. It's as though he's become something... otherworldly."
As Diell's metamorphosis continued, his feral eyes locked onto his siblings once more. A low, guttural growl emanated from him, but this time, there was something different in the way he looked at them. It was a glimmer of recognition, a hint that a part of the real Diell was still buried beneath the monstrous exterior.
"Diell, it's us, your brother and sister," Arthur implored, his voice quivering with a mixture of hope and fear. "We won't leave you, no matter what you've become. Just please, come back to us."
As Arthur desperately tried to make sense of the inexplicable transformation overtaking Diell, a sudden recollection surged through his mind like a bolt of lightning. He remembered Finn's offer, the Houndsworth family heirloom, and the realization struck him like a revelation.
In a rush of understanding, Arthur came to a horrifying conclusion. The heirloom wasn't a miraculous medicine; it was something far more profound and ominous. It was the blood of a werewolf, intended for young Cedric, a cure or a curse in a vial. Panic coursed through his veins as he grappled with the implications of this knowledge.
With Diell's metamorphosis spiraling out of control and his brother going berserk, Arthur had no choice but to confront him. He knew that he had to act swiftly to protect not only his family but also himself. He watched as Diell's frenzied assault unfolded, and in a matter of seconds, Arthur was left with a painful wound on his shoulder, exposing his bone, a testament to the ferocity of the attack.
"Diell, stop!" Arthur cried out, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing, his little brother transforming into something he couldn't comprehend.
Diell's golden eyes, now resembling those of a wolf, seemed to flicker with a glimmer of recognition as he locked onto Arthur's gaze. But the primal instincts that had taken over were too strong for any semblance of reason.
As Diell lunged at Arthur making a huge wound at arthur shoulder, the two siblings grappled in a chaotic, frantic struggle. The air was thick with tension, each moment feeling like an eternity.
"Diell, it's me, Arthur! Please, snap out of it!"
Arthur's voice quivered as he tried to reason with the beast within his brother.
Diell's growls and roars filled the air, and the pain in Arthur's shoulder intensified. He knew he had to act decisively to protect both himself and his brother, but his heart ached at the thought of harming his own kin. In that surreal and horrifying moment, the bonds of family were tested against the supernatural forces they couldn't comprehend.
Amid the chaos and uncertainty, diell suddenly lose consciousness and became as thin looking malnourished as if he lose his life, surprising arthur and ayla once again. The Houndsworth heirloom had proven to be a Pandora's box, unleashing a series of events that no one could have foreseen. Arthur's world had been turned upside down, and he now grappled with the consequences of his decision to steal the mysterious vial.