Groo, Mamon, Jagan, Pol, Don, Epona, and Kuma—the seven of them continued to spasm on the cold stone ground, their bodies wracked with uncontrollable pain.
"GRAAAAAAHHH!!!!"
The transformation was far from gentle. It was a violent rewriting of their very body, a war between their blood and the dominant vampire essence Verc had forced into their systems.
And they had been like that for a couple of hours now. The sounds echoing through the top floor of the castle were haunting. Deep, guttural roars from the orcs mixed with the sharp, pained yips of Kuma the gnoll.
They were screaming from the top of their lungs, their voices cracking under the strain of the agony.
"KUK-GAAAAAHHHH!!!"
But even though the room was filled with the sounds of torture, Verc and the kids didn't really pay any mind to them.
They didn't even flinch when one of the orcs accidentally kicked the wall with enough force to crack the stone.
