The Storm Griffon and the cursed tower didn’t use mind links, let alone talk. Jorl sat in the middle of a diagnostic magic circle as he circulated his Upyr blood throughout his body and then suppressed it again.

The Storm Griffon studied not only the changes in his life force, but also those in his mind. Jorl felt something gnawing at his flesh and whispering in his ear whenever he transformed into an Upyr.

It was a silent, slow battle in the background of the melody of his life force, but a battle to the death nonetheless.

The Black Throne helped Jorl in his endeavor, using all the skills and spells he had created over the millennia to understand his new pet project’s condition and, if possible, reverse its effects.

“I’m ready when you are.” The cursed tower said as he recalled the mystical energy of his enchantments and put it to better use.

Jorl nodded in acknowledgment and went on with his experiments for a while longer. He wanted to come to his own conclusions before talking with the Thone.

‘He’s much older and more knowledgeable than I am. I don’t want to be swayed by his opinion and observe my findings through the lens of his theory. I’m my own Griffon, and the Black Throne is no friend of mine.