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It looked over the knight. This was the one who it was being told to accept, to stand alongside. “What are you? Human.” It knew of men, it knew of hunters instinctively. But this man held a certain wildness, or lack himself. This spirit saw the contrast between the two men it had seen before. That of the thief, and that of the paladin. Even in its ignorance it knew enough to know that there was something to this man. It was a most strange thing indeed. It found itself curious.

“I once held this shape, before I was turned into… that. But it matters not. Your shape will be acceptable. I will make due with it.”

With that the pressure that once overwhelmed him earlier when it first woke up bore down upon Roland once more. The bloodlust of the demon boar, its instincts filled him as it tried to make him into us. A monstrous human. The fury of the boar filled him, something that would overwhelm a human and irrevocably transform them from the mentality of a man to the mentality of a calamity.

What was the mind and will of a single human’s personality to the nature of such a beast?