["On March Fifteenth, 2030, at roughly 10:47 P.M, the soldier known as "Seven" died."]
The chest of the lifeless soldier pumped, lifting as if the heart within it was trying to escape to the stars. Within the finest details of the very strands of creation that made up the human anatomy, the ever-adapting Origin desperately searched, studying each cell.
Across seas and jungles, from sharks to lions, gorillas to bears, every witnessed species by the compromised human was taken into account. Anything and everything, the Origin sought an answer, any adaptations that could save its host, that could save him–
[…Primate…] […Carnivora…] […Proboscidea…]
[…Chrondrichthyes…] […Holometobela…]
A desperate unison, scrambled together in a panic—an emergence. From the convulsing body, a black substance secreted from the young man's pores, expelling as it completely enveloped him.
["On March Fifteenth, 2030, at roughly 10:48 P.M, the soldier known as "Seven"[——]."]
