Watching as one of his tentacles was assimilated into a part of Futan, the all-knowing Charles knew exactly what had just happened.
"That was a clever move. Besides the tattoo on my neck, you even had another trick up your sleeve. It's truly impressive that you can play chess so well without even having a consciousness. I'm impressed, truly."
"But if you think that's all it takes to assimilate me, you're being far too naive. We're not that different, after all."
Charles transmitted this information, and every line on his body began to glow faintly.
He quickly located the tentacle that was most similar in properties and appearance to the one that had turned black. Under his control, the white tentacle, formed from matter, time, and space, began to spin, wrapping directly around the completely blackened one.
