'This feeling. I didn't experience it ever since I was a child.' Lith remembered both the hunger that had plagued his infancy on Mogar and the void that had later tormented him during his teen years.
Now they were both back and they were stronger than ever. His skin started to rob the light element from the surrounding air and to turn darkness into Chaos.
"Quick, shapeshift again!" There was no trace of enthusiasm left in Aalejah's voice, only worry. "Your Abomination form is unstable and it's devouring the others. Fucus on the stars before the corruption reaches the point of no return!"
Lith did as instructed, ignoring the pain, the hunger, and the sweet call of the void that whispered him to take just one bite off the plentiful meal that was the hand on his shoulder.
'The elf won't even notice if I take a nibble whereas I'm so hungry.' Those thoughts didn't belong to Lith and they scared him.