DungEater continued to lean over Apophis, his liquid metal face staring impassively down at Apophis's face of black smoke.
His remaining arm was still melting, dripping into Apophis's ribcage. The metal of his body was vaporizing into microscopic particles that bonded with the smoke-like molecules that formed Apophis's own body, slowly taking over his enemy's body from the inside.
System Alert: Assimilation 20% complete…
System Alert: Assimilation 30% complete…
System Alert: Assimilation 40% complete...
Every second, more of DungEater's liquid metal spread throughout Apophis. Every second, Apophis drew closer to losing himself completely.
Yet, he remained almost motionless on the ground.
DungEater, seeing Apophis's passivity, laughed in a weary voice and said, "That's good! You've finally found some sense. Just sit there and let this happen. It's almost over, and there's nothing you can do about it!"
