Falk grew a new body, one composed of tentacles.
That, along with his human face, made him look like a sea creature from some horror movie. His dull expression didn't help, making him look lifeless. It gave off the impression that Falk's head was just moving on some kind of instinct.
That the consciousness was already dead.
Yet... while Falk's eyes were nearly closed, his mouth parted.
"I... a-am... am..."
Falk's head twitched eerily.
"...still y-your.... your..."
His black tendrils gradually raised in the air.
"...father... my d-daughter."
Falk's black tendrils pulled back, getting ready to pounce.
"...Don't be a-afraid... afraid."
Contrary to his words, he did something that was...frightening.
Falk's black tendrils shot out towards the nearby unsuspecting black beings. Screeches of pain and agony filled the air, before suddenly cutting themselves short.
Because they died.
