Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

He watched with a mixture of surprise and apprehension as Ellamaria's massive form began to undergo a profound change.

Her fur bristled and shifted, rippling in a disturbing transformation. Her limbs elongated and contorted, and her paws took on a more humanoid shape. In a matter of seconds, the colossal beast had turned into a towering figure, no longer a creature but a fearsome werewolf.

As Jaegar's eyes fell upon the newly transformed Ellamaria, now a powerful and imposing werewolf, he was taken aback by the sheer awe and mystique of her appearance. Her transformation was unlike anything he had ever witnessed, a breathtaking fusion of the human and the primal.

Her ample bust was adorned with a luxuriant coat of fur, the soft and glistening strands seamlessly merging with her snow-white skin. The lower part of her body, too, bore this magnificent fur, covering her womanhood, a testament to the wild nature that now coursed through her being.

Despite her newfound, awe-inspiring form, her visage remained unmistakably human. The contours of her face, the ethereal azure eyes that he had already come to know, all of these familiar features persisted, lending a haunting beauty to her formidable appearance.

Jaegar's senses were overwhelmed by the enigma before him. The transformation and the aura of power and primal energy that surrounded her left him in a state of bewilderment. His gaze lingered on her, captivated by the astonishing blend of human and beast, of grace and ferocity, that was now Ellamaria's true form.

The moonlight, casting its silvery glow over her fur-clad figure, emphasized her untamed beauty. It was as if the very essence of the night had taken shape in the form of this magnificent werewolf.

Her azure eyes, once those of a majestic creature, now held a predatory glint as she stood upright, her massive frame imposing and intimidating.

"Well, Wohoo! Hell of transformation." He groaned. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She looked like a beauty, even with all the fur.

Jaegar, his injuries and exhaustion weighing heavily on him, felt a surge of anxiety at the sight of the werewolf before him. His previous strategies and tactics had been designed to combat a massive creature, not a supernatural being with the intelligence and agility of a human.

He may need to change the way he fights her again.

She still didn't seem to be in the mood to talk. He looked her in the eyes, and he could tell that she was really serious, like she wanted nothing but to kill him and shred him to pieces.

The werewolf Ellamaria let out a guttural growl, her feral instincts fully awakened. She crouched, her powerful limbs coiled like a spring, ready to launch herself at Jaegar with newfound speed and ferocity.

The air grew tense, and the forest seemed to hold its breath as the confrontation took a dangerous turn.

Jaegar realized that his usual tactics would be ineffective against this new adversary. He had only his powers of purple mist and lightning at his disposal, and he couldn't afford to underestimate the formidable werewolf before him.

He tried summoning his immemorial arts, but there was no luck. He tried a few times, but it didn't work.

But there was a faint crimson glow on his back, his runic tattoo on his back was shining slightly.

With an explosion of speed and agility, the werewolf lunged at Jaegar, her claws extended, ready to strike.

Seeing her charging at him just like that, Abruplty Jaegar summoned the purple mist to form a protective shield around himself, just in time to intercept the powerful blow.

The werewolf's claws scraped against the misty barrier, producing a cacophony of sparks and hisses.

Jaegar strained to maintain the defence, the strain evident in his eyes as he fought to keep the formidable force at bay.

Desperate to gain the upper hand, Jaegar unleashed a bolt of lightning directly at the werewolf.

The lightning arced through the air, striking the creature with a burst of crackling energy. The werewolf howled in agony, its fur electrified, but it refused to yield.

With incredible resilience, the werewolf pushed through the lightning assault, closing the gap between herself and Jaegar. She lashed out with her formidable strength, striking at Jaegar with a savage blow.

He was sent tumbling to the ground, his body aching and bruised. He was really on the edge, but the faint crimson glow on his back and those runic tattoos were kind of boosting him.

As Jaegar struggled to regain his footing, he mustered every ounce of determination and tapped into the mysterious power coursing through his veins.

Despite the ferocity of the werewolf's attack, Jaegar refused to surrender.

With a surge of adrenaline, he summoned the purple mist again, but this time he did it to envelop himself, concealing his presence from the creature. In the shroud of mist, he moved with stealth and precision, his mind racing to formulate a new strategy.

He wanted to take a moment to gather himself; the pain was starting to show its effects, which he no longer could neglect.

The werewolf, momentarily disoriented by Jaegar's vanishing act, snarled in frustration. Her keen senses scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of her elusive adversary.

Jaegar quickly created some distance between them and watched from the shadows, his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

As the minutes passed, the werewolf's growls of frustration filled the forest, echoing through the old trees. Ellamaria howled through the woods, slashing down the trees in her pure rage.

Jaegar knew he couldn't maintain his concealed state for long; his powers were draining rapidly, and the wounds were aching, he needed to act decisively.

With the werewolf momentarily distracted, Jaegar emerged from the shadows, moving swiftly as he formed a giant sword made of lightning, and soon it came crashing down on Ellamaria, the werewolf.

But the werewolf remained undaunted. With a desperate burst of effort, she lunged at Jaegar, her formidable strength and speed carrying her through the lightning assault. She tackled him to the ground, her claws at his throat and a menacing growl escaping her feral lips.

As the moon hung on the horizon, the battle seemed to come to a stop.

Jaegar had been pushed to his limits, and the relentless werewolf had revealed herself as an even more formidable adversary than he had ever imagined. The forest held its breath as she stood with Jaegar at the end of her claws.

The battle between Jaegar and the formidable werewolf Ellamaria had reached a critical juncture. As Jaegar lay pinned beneath her, his throat at the mercy of her savage claws, he knew that he had to muster every ounce of his power and resolve to survive.

He groaned, followed by a loud cry, desperate for whatever ounce of power left him. The crimson glow shone brighter.

"Come, embrace the power."

A voice boomed in his mind space, the voice sounded ancient and primal.

With a surge of determination and runic tattoos glowing brighter, there was some mysterious power fueling his abilities, giving him the strength to continue fighting.

Jaegar tapped into the immemorial arts again, allowing the energy to flow through him, transforming him into the formidable and crimson Jaegar. His eyes glowed with an intense, fiery crimson light. He started to change.

As Jaegar's transformation began, his very skin underwent a profound and mystifying change. Cracks emerged along the surface of his flesh, forming intricate patterns that seemed to channel the very essence of his power. Each crack seared with a searing, crimson light as if the molten core of the earth itself had coursed through his veins.

The runic tattoo on his back was now engulfed in a thick crimson glow, giving it a dangerous aura.

Ellamaria immediately moved back, her hand racing to block the intense heat wave coming from Jaegar. She looked in a certain direction.

Far in the academy, towards the far east of the campus, are the headmaster's quarters.

Ashfield was in his home office, sitting at his desk, when he suddenly turned in the direction of Jaegar.

He could feel a dangerous amount of magical energy radiating from that direction. A sudden rise in the level of power he hadn't felt before made his heart race with concern. As the headmaster, he knew he had to investigate this unprecedented surge in magical energy and ensure the safety of the academy and its students.

And from the amount of magical energy he could feel now, he could easily tell that it must be a legendary being.

Ashfield quickly got out of his room and walked in the direction of the power surge.

In the professor's lounge, Isadora was having her wine sitting by the window when she also felt the rise in the level of the power, and she had a perfect view of the woods as she noticed a light in the midst.

The light was far in the woods, it was faint.

She quickly dressed herself and got out of her room.