The heat plasma, the only remains of Eryke the Third, slowly wiggled from its existence, crawling on the ground as it tried to reach for the death plant.
Finally, the heat plasma touched the death plant, and immediately all the death energy of it began to be attracted to the plasma.
It was a gradual process, but one that was happening at a steady pace.
The heat plasma began to take shape by the help of the death energy.
***
"Perfect." Eryke, who was eating sand now to get nutrients, grinned. He had thought that the plan would go awry and that being would annihilate his entire being.
"It seems that even that being didn't know about the skill."
Just then, as if the cat got his tongue.
***
The sky above the plasma Eryke the Third became cloudy, and time froze, then slowed until the pupil popped out from it.
Then the time of the world resumed again.
