Chapter 1129: Sasan
The werewolf had returned to human form in less than a minute thanks to the enchantment carved into his flesh by Sasan. Leon stared in amazement, hardly able to believe what was before his eyes.
Sasan’s runes were still fully legible even with the change in body size and the blood that now seeped from them, and as the mysterious but eminently powerful mage withdrew his hand from the former werewolf’s forehead, Leon saw another rune there, this one ancient where all the others were modern. ‘Cleanse’, if Leon read it correctly, but modified. It wasn’t complex enough to do the job by itself, necessitating the other runes, but Leon judged from what he could see that the cleanse rune had done most of the work and the rest of the enchantment had merely boosted and controlled what it had started.
Leon wasn’t alone in his amazement; the rest of his party stared in abject awe, for lycanthropy wasn’t known to have a cure, let alone one so dramatic and immediate.
“Breathe,” Sasan instructed the former werewolf. “Breathe, and eat, if your stomach can handle it. Your body will cry out for energy after what it just went through, so feed it all that it demands…” With a wave of his hand, he summoned fresh-smelling bread, a lump of orange cheese, and a pitcher of wine in front of the former werewolf and nodded in assent, silently telling him that all he saw was his. With another wave of his hand, Sasan conjured clothes for the werewolf to wear, for only a few tattered scraps remained of the clothes he’d been wearing before his initial transformation had gone so far.
Without a word, the former werewolf weakly reached out for the food and, after a few tentative bites, began tearing into it with as much gusto as his drained body could manage.
“How…?” Anna exclaimed, speaking for Leon’s entire party. “… How is this possible? This isn’t supposed to be possible!”
Sasan grinned and said, “Everything’s possible. Whatever you can imagine is possible; all you need to bring it about is power.”
[He’s not wrong…] the Thunderbird whispered. [Bit of an ass, but he’s not wrong.]
[How is he an ass?] Leon asked as his eyes wandered the former werewolf’s body, committing the enchantment there to memory.