However, the roots were endless and it was only a matter of time before it would fall to the blight. 

Byron's tranformed state wouldn't last long. With the use of his own blood and body to transform he had close to three minutes to find a way to break free. 

Nearly two minutes had passed and Byron was still in dire states as he was running out of breath and his time limit for his transformation was nearing its end. 

All he could do was fend off the roots that wrapped around his body as roots pierced his body creating small to medium sized holes.

Byron grimaces in pain as each root digs itself deeper into his body, invading his skin and traveling along his shape.

His skin begins to darken as leaves begin to sprout then wilt. Slowly turning stiff as his arms begin to lose their purpose.

When the thought that his time was up and he would fall to the blight, the mark on his back began to glow once again. The glow, much stronger than ever before, shone with such brilliance that it rivaled the sun in its brightness as well as the burning pain that came along with it. 

Byron's body began to warp as the light begins to distort and fluctuate as a ring of fire begins to circle the ground around him. 

The fluctuating light around Byron swapped between his elven and cambion forms as he screamed to voice his pain. 

The light in his eyes became duller by the second and his body became limp. Darkness began to encroach upon his vision as he flickered between moments of consciousness.

The flames burst and hellfire flowed towards Byron as a being begins to emerge from the flames. 

An irritating, slimy voice wriggled out the winged being's voice as she addressed Byron.

"Byron. I finally found you. I'll have to punish you when I come collect your debt you owe."

The sound of burning wood crackling can be heard from behind the being. Not even turning to look it raised it's arm with it's hand clawed into the air. A moment later and there was a wooden figure in it's grip. Burning to cinders and leaving not a trace as the roots all fell and began to burn.

"You've gotten yourself in quite the situation. Trying to play the hero again? We all know that you aren't worthy."

Byron looked up through the burning sensation of his mark and glared at the being. A hunchedback, long nosed devil who looked more akin to a hag than a devil.

"Hmm? What are you giving be that look for?"

The devil stomped its foot into Byron's face, forcing him to look into the ground and bloodying his nose. 

"You should know better than to look your master in the eye!"

Byron grits his teeth and clenches his fists as he acknowledges his servitude.

"Yes master. It was my mistake."

"Who gave you permission to speak!?"

She rammed her foot into Byron's skull once more, concussing him.

"You don't think I forgot that you burned down my lab did you? There were many specimens that I lost because of you. Ahh just remembering it pisses me off. For twenty years you've worked for me. Twenty years of knowledge I've allowed you to learn and how do you repay me!? BY BURNING DOWN MY LAB!?"

The devil's gaze bore holes into Byron as she reached down to pick him up only to be met with sparks and a tingling sensation in her hand. Shocked, she looked at Byron's face who had by now fainted from the aggressive treatment.

"You have a spell cast to prevent you from being taken? But how? Hmm, this spell is one I don't know of."

An ugly smile formed on her face.

"How interesting. One of us is breaking the rules. I'll have to let them know we have a traitor."

The devil turns around and steps back into the hellfire.

"I will see you soon little fowl."

In a single moment the hellfire dissapates and silence returns to the forest. Seemingly as if nothing had ever happened.

All that was left was Byron in his elven body, no longer a transformed cambion, unconscious and utterly battered and bruised.