His voice shifted to something more narrative, more reflective.
"The usurpation worked perfectly. My Master never saw the betrayal coming because the strands that connected me to his Claim were so thin, so subtle, so far beneath the surface of perceptible existence that even one of THE Four could not detect them. In slow, grueling weavings of paradoxical transfer, his Claim became my Claim. His position among THE Four became my position. Everything he had built across eons became mine."
He paused with weight that pressed against the space between spaces.
"But THE Primordial Mycelia did not stop there."
…!
His eyes grew darker.
