Consume.
As the being consumed more and more, as it spread its tendrils to infect more and more of the free-floating and rich life in this place…
As all of this happened, its single desire to consume evolved.
In a sense, this being grew up.
'The expansion rate is… satisfactory. The first horde's smashed, second one proceeds to the border. Third and fourth hordes forming.'
A status report appeared at the top of the being's mind as it expanded in every possible way at every possible moment.
The many limbs that it took over were either dying to break the barrier of the void, already turned into lifeless flesh, or were still gathering up in an even bigger group than before.
Because by consuming more and more, the being learned an important lesson.
Just like there didn't exist a perfect attack, predator, hunter, there was no absolute defense, prey, target.