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Ervik still stands upright, wrapped in feathers, claws, and black goo. He is holding himself together, almost stubbornly, even as something alien coils through his body. It pulls at him from the inside, ███████████ him slowly — softening, stretching, melting what used to be ██████.

The thing hidden within him does not rush. It settles in, absorbs his body, his thoughts, his █████████, his sense of self. At some point, there is no clear moment when Ervik ███████████. There is only the realization that ████████ has already taken his place.