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In the depths of Evangeline Mansion, Vincent found himself in a mysterious chamber, clutching a golden bottle that contained the formidable Rank S mutated creature. 

Evangeline had given him explicit instructions to absorb the essence of the creature. Normally, such task would have taken an immense amount of time and effort, but this particular bottle possessed a unique ability. Not only could it seal away creatures, but it also had the power to purify and transform them into essence.

Essence is the core of a supernatural being, much like the very bedrock of their DNA. It encompasses the complete genetic makeup necessary for the creature\'s existence. It is the essence that encapsulates all the essential elements, seamlessly weaving together the traits and attributes that define the creature\'s nature. It\'s as if the essence holds the key to their very being, harmoniously merging all the vital components that make them who they are. 

"Here goes nothing," Vincent murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of determination and trepidation. He focused his energy, channeling it towards the bottle, willing it to dissolve the creature trapped inside.

The creature, sensing its very existence threatened, writhed and squirmed within the confines of the bottle. But its struggles were futile, for the bottle emitted a radiant, blinding light, gradually reducing it to a swirling gray liquid.

"Drink it," Evangeline\'s voice commanded.

Vincent hesitated, his eyes narrowing with concern. 

"Are you certain it\'s safe?" he questioned, seeking reassurance.

"Don\'t worry," Evangeline assured him, her voice laced with confidence. "Your body will adapt swiftly. It may hurt you initially, but soon enough, you\'ll find solace in the pain."

With a determined nod, Vincent raised the bottle to his lips and drank the entire contents in one courageous gulp. The liquid had a peculiar taste, unlike anything he had ever experienced, but its unusual flavor was not enough to dissuade him .

"This stuff taste weird " He attempted to lighten the tense atmosphere with a jest, commenting on the peculiar taste of the liquid. However, his lighthearted facade swiftly crumbled as an excruciating pain erupted in his stomach.

"Arg" A wave of agony washed over him, and he grimaced, his face contorted in anguish. It felt as if his very core was being consumed by an intense, burning sensation.

"This can\'t be good," he groaned, struggling to endure the torment that wracked his body. The pain seemed unrelenting, as if his stomach was being ravaged from the inside out.

"What\'s happening to me?" He asked with a pant.

"Do not worry. It is a part of the process. You will overcome this," she encouraged, her voice filled with conviction.

But the pain only intensified, coursing through every fiber of his being. His entire body felt aflame.

The sensation was indescribable, as if every bone within him was shattering into a thousand jagged shards. Waves of anguish crashed through his nerves, electrifying his senses with an excruciating symphony of torment. It felt as though invisible hands were mercilessly tearing at his muscles, each fiber being stretched to its breaking point.

He was undergoing a profound transformation. His body rejected the useless traits of the creature, while simultaneously absorbing those that held the potential to elevate his power. As the metamorphosis unfolded, he became a vessel for newfound abilities and uncharted potential, an entity transcending the confines of a mere werewolf.

"AGGGH!!!!" A gut-wrenching scream tore through his lips, escaping from the depths of his tormented body. The pain had become unbearable, surpassing the limits of his endurance. 

In his desperate quest for relief, he longed for the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. He yearned for respite from the relentless onslaught of pain that consumed his every waking moment. But even that solace eluded him, as the agony was so consuming, so all-encompassing, that it refused to grant him even a momentary escape.

Thud !

He finally collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion.

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He groaned as a soft, sweet voice reached his ears, gently coaxing him awake from the depths of his slumber. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the figure before him. It was Elizabeth, her beautiful face illuminated by a soft glow.

"What happened to me, Elizabeth?" he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. His mind felt foggy, memories of pain and confusion dancing on the periphery of his consciousness.

"It\'s for your own good, my beloved Fenrir," Elizabeth whispered, her delicate fingers playing with his tousled hair as she enveloped him in a warm embrace. Her touch brought him comfort, her scent a soothing balm that eased his troubled mind.

With his face nestled against her chest, he allowed himself to momentarily forget the anguish he had endured. His doubts and questions lingered, however, and he finally mustered the courage to voice them.

"Elizabeth, why are we doing this?" he asked, his voice tinged with both vulnerability and confusion. He had been following Elizabeth\'s plan, but the true purpose behind their actions eluded him.

She released her hold on him, her hand gently caressing his face as she gazed into his eyes with unwavering affection.

"Don\'t worry, my beloved. Just trust me and Evangeline. We would never do anything to hurt you," she assured him, her smile warm and reassuring. And then, with a tenderness that made his heart skip a beat, she pressed her lips against his.

Fenrir responded to her kiss, his body awakening to the passion that flowed between them. Yet, amidst the surge of desire, a nagging curiosity gnawed at his thoughts. He couldn\'t shake the feeling that something profound had occurred, something beyond his comprehension.

Little did he know, the elixir he had consumed held within it the power to shape him in unimaginable ways in the future. It was a catalyst for boundless possibilities, a force that could rival even the gods themselves.

With each passing moment, Fenrir\'s fate would unfurl, guided by the hands of those who cherished him. And as he journeyed into the unknown, he would come to realize that love and trust could pave the way for miracles, ushering him into a realm where mortal boundaries could be shattered, and where he would transcend his very nature.

In the corner of the room.

Elena stood in the shadows, her gaze fixed upon the tender scene unfolding before her. Her heart clenched with a mix of emotions—affection for her dear friend Elizabeth, and a twinge of concern that tugged at her soul. Deep down, she questioned the worth of it all. Was this path they had chosen truly worth the sacrifices they had made?

Her voice escaped in a soft murmur, barely a breath of sound. 

"Is this really worth it, Elizabeth?" Elena\'s mind echoed with the memories of Elizabeth\'s anguish, the excruciating pain she had endured to create that elixir. 

The weight of it all pressed upon Elena\'s chest, threatening to suffocate her with its heaviness. What Fenrir experienced was a mere fraction, a pale shadow, of the torment her friend had to endure and suffer.

Elizabeth, her dear friend, had poured every last ounce of her essence into concocting that potion. The toll it had taken on her was immeasurable, reducing her to a mere shell of her former self. It was a sacrifice that had cut Elena to the core, for she knew the depths of Elizabeth\'s suffering all too well.

"I hope that you don\'t regret this in the future " she sighed.