Ah, but that is the beauty of it. His body is now an empty husk for my presence to preside. My tendrils linger over the soul that once inhabited this shell like a token of compliance. As time fades on, I take that which belongs to me. My hunger knows no bounds, as it shall be. Long ago I was banished into this impenetrable instrument of steel and obsidian ash. With the possession of this petty mortal, I bid the planes to open themselves to I. The worlds in which we manifest will soon be identical. Life shall crumble, and like you all, I shall consume it. The only one who can rid me is Shpip himself. He has already proven to me that he is too weak. Your ally rests upon his final days. If you wish to seek me, then I thank you. For you have blessed me with sloth.