The Withered Husk that was once Arzuk blinked slowly as it examined its claws in slight confusion and shock.
'What... I thought I died,' the creature tried to speak, but only wet, guttural sounds echoed from its bizarre mouth.
'What has happened to me?' Arzuk or what remained of him suddenly felt bits of memories resurface in its fractured mind.
Memories of the last scene Arzuk's eyes had witnessed flooded back, along with a rush of raw emotions of fear, regret, desperation, and a gnawing hunger for power.
It recalled the blurry battle between a once-distant figure its host had feared and bowed to, and another figure that had displayed the very power it always desired.
It was obvious that the Withered Husk wasn't truly Arzuk, as he was dead, but the parasite hadn't just taken over his corpse; it had claimed his lingering memories and emotions, which had attracted it in the first place. Now, it even saw itself as Arzuk, though it only carried two primary driving emotions.
