[Dr. Kerenski / Klint / Keps ]

I crawled along the vein, killing and absorbing everything in my way until [Identify] revealed to me a vein called the [Cerebral Vein].

I swiftly moved my tether from one Lymphagon to the other, focusing their attention and attack upon one spot of the vein. I rotated myself as [Sectus] from my Lymphagons fired upon the same spot. I devoured the released energy, growing stronger.

Slowly and persistently in this manner, I began to bore into the whale's brain. The monster wailed in ultrasound as I entered, clawed myself into its mind.

"Guess who has brain-spiders? You do," I commented drily as my Lymphagons began to fire upon the ghostly neuron cells of the whale's mind.

Brilliant, delicious power blossomed around me in glowing, silver clouds.

I feasted upon it with my exposed threads, growing bigger, brighter. The emerald color of my threads faded away, became replaced with pure, fiery, brilliant silver.

The soul-energy pouring from the brain cells was more defined, more focused, filled with the whale's memories and will.

Hunger. Desire. Power. Possibility. Growth. Escalation. Consumption.

I feasted more and more, gorging myself upon the whale's defenseless mind.

Pathetic.

My tendrils grew, stretched, blossomed into a new network of control that replaced the whale's brain. In time... I became the mind of this creature, the thing which was driving all of it towards dominion.

One by one I started to feel its organs.

Mine.

Its blood.

Mine.

Its life.

MINE.

I sang the song of unity, of joining. I resonated, amplified the song across my entire new shell.

My spherical shield grew, blossomed in size and power, absorbed, integrated itself into an impervious, hardened, hollow shell.

One thought, one desire drove me forward:

All of the creatures of the Astral, all of the Phantoms will be mine.

I hummed the song of binding, adding the song of cutting souls to all of my new parts, focusing the song like a focused beam into a single, unstoppable weapon fueled by the very life of my ghostly shell.

I saw a star-shaped Hunter flying towards me.

Pathetic.

My focused, all-cutting-song-ray fired, slicing across the star-shaped Hunter.

It screeched, spun out of control, crashed into the ground filled with dead imprints.

Mine.

I slowly floated towards the bleeding phantom sucking in its life with my maw, firing the carving beam upon it again and again. It attempted to escape me, attempted to strike back, but I was bigger, more focused, more determined.

In time, it had given in to pain, given up.

MINE.

I carved a piece of myself out, and bound the hunter thrashing beneath me to myself with the force of my soul and will, my song dominating, enslaving its weak, unfocused mind.

MINE.

I momentarily paused, tried to recall who I was... and discovered that it didn't matter.

Consuming and growing was more important. I had to survive this hostile world, had to dominate to exist.

"Go forth my child," I sang to my new daughter. "Bring me lesser creatures so that I may feast upon their life, bind them to our family, grow ever stronger and multiply."

[THE END]

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[Chill, study the hexagonal remains, eat, grow and multiply] [Investments] [Dive into the vein] [Escalation]

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