Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"It's your own fault; this is what you get for getting in our way!" The bucktoothed disciple pulled a chair over and sat down far away from the Curse Pool.
"I...I didn't do anything… let me go… please let me go..." said the hoarse voice.
"Just stay in there, the longer you spend in the water, the better it is for you/ At least it will be easier for you to adapt to your new form. Otherwise, you will have the urge to bite every inch of your skin off every night." The bucktoothed disciple sounded like he was sorry, yet he had no intention to save her.
"No...no, I don't want to become those things, kill me, I'm begging you, just kill me..."
"It's useless, even if you die now, your soul will still be bound to this Curse Pool," replied the disciple.