Erm.. Tdlr: Vvurdeni be tweaking now, and at the crossroads before death. It chooses to merge and attempt to cure itself by assimilating Archon.

Sands billow around the Oozekin as it marches, rot taking hold across its body. Creating strange swirls of unnatural colors within the Vvurdeni mimicry.   Voices could be heard, or so the Vvurdeni believes. A myriad of voices, unfamiliar creatures, or of ones recently heard.   "You, you are not of Vvurdeni." "I miss the stars..." "Why were you not there? It was your DUTY!" "You have failed us, the rite of Vvurdenzel. Yo-" "How far must you go? To be seen as us?!" "You are a monster, we were fools!" "You, you are not Vvurdeni! My son!"   A final, gentle whimpering was heard by Vvurdeni, the Oozekin. Of an old woman, with a scared and gentle tone. "What... What are you?"   "ENOUGH!" "Enough.." "You...You show me a past, I deny. I refuse. It is all a lie, it is!"   The Vvurdeni swipes around at the sand, its hands clawing through sand as if it were merely just air.   "Begone.. Erased! Forgotten.."   The Vvurdeni growls.   "I am Vvurdeni, of Vvurdenzel.. Pride of my kind. Even if my home is no longer, even if my kin is no longer what I was a part of.." "I know it.. I am their pride.. I am"   It begins to scratch its face, creating scratch marks across its shell.   "I'm not a monster... I am of a Vvurdeni..  I am a Vvurdeni..  I AM A VVURDENI." "I am of Vvurdeni.."   It collapses onto its knees onto the sand, gazing out at the desolate landscape of sand.   "Hah.." "Even you. Ignore me."   Vvurdeni picks itself up, letting the sand latch onto the exterior of its shell. Staring into the far distance at the night sky.   "My pride is in my kind. My god, no longer with me. My kin, gone." "Let my compassion and desire for Vvurdenzel spark light upon the Star, and grant me a way through the nebula... Or get set ablaze and show the Fire I am worthy to be under the banner of conquest."   The Vvurdeni, missteps falling into the sands. And waves around in the sands, grasping at something, and retracting its arm. Creating a circle with sprouting branches.   "I am desolate and lost, with my only light being the fire I call compassion." "Must it really come to a gamble of nothing but luck..?"   Vvurdeni ruptures out a strange suit of armor from its mass. The equipment immediately gleams, shining with a thick layer of goo from Archon, a slime that was once graced with Planu's might.   "Forgive me for my transgressions.. But I must not be stopped here, while I can still find them..."   The Vvurdeni, grasps onto the suit of armor and begins to attempt to merge with the Ooze that is layered upon it.

The surroundings of the slime core have now changed. The once-empty hall became a court, with a Vvurdeni strapped to a chair in its center. Two humanoids are seen talking, one wearing armor of pure green and black. And another wearing a simple lab coat, with seemingly gauged-out eyes.   "I... This is not just. Why must we do this to a bo-"   "Because it will give him purpose. Do you wish to give him the tools and leeway to beg his kin for help? Killing us?"   The knight stays silent, gazing upon the boy. Upon closer interaction, it seems like the surface of the skull for the Ooze formed Vvurdeni was opened. As if core things regarding its existence were changed.   "Don't worry about revenge. I made sure he couldn't come back here, at least unless I want him to."   "What about the Archon then? There have to be other ways of curing the rot. Other ways that don't include the desecration of Father Planu."   "You wish to beg the Nether folk for trade? I doubt Netherna would ever present us with a fair deal. Considering we're surviving on cores given by a certain Deas."   The knight continues to stare at the Vohl   "Don't give me that face." "I know how much you sympathize with the young Vvurdeni. But you seem to forget. I am in charge, and we're all that remains of our deaths or containment."   The Vohl pokes the knight's chest   "Your loyalty to Planu? Please. He left you and your original kin behind for new ones." "So, denounce your loyalties. Denounce your past loved ones, listen to what I've spoken to you all since I took the throne. We are what history and family or society left behind." "This is our kingdom, a new start for all of us."   The Vohl glances around   "Some of you may ask why I chose the Vvurdeni? Well, it's because he was raised by the Vvurdeni. If Ythrum denounces him, which he did. I wonder how he was created mh? A creature taught and raised by Vvurdeni. Perhaps a mutation, or some sort of magical disturbance, led to his creation. I doubt the ancient Vvurdeni of Vvurdenzel were that technologically advanced, when the most they had were runic slabs for armor." "There is also his talent and attitude. I doubt most of us have that same burning passion after death, unlike the boy. He even ran to seek an audience with his god, looking for the remnants of his kind.""So in short, none of us is as passionate as him. Simple as that."   "So, unfortunately. Let us try and see if Archon is awake, or if Planu is."

Vvurdeni form begins to shake and vibrate, as if it was being changed by something “It has been 270 days… Oh, Father Cavilon.”   Vvurdeni screams into the air and caves, towards the stars. “What more of devotion do you wish from me?!?”   It falls forward, as if pushed forward. By something within its mass. “I have served you.. Seen you as the king behind the king of Vvurdenzel!”   It smashes against the rocky floor, leaving fragments of white and grey ooze. “Thought you were a king and a father, letting us live within your halls. Teaching and guiding us away from volcanic ash!”   It smashes against the floor once more. Smashing apart an arm. Cracking the skin. It speaks once more shakily. “My home is gone. My kins king denounced me. My loved ones are gone or dead. I am afflicted by rot I could have cured by now, if I did not wish to show devotion.”   Its voices begin to rise “I cannot smell, remember the sensation of truly tasting. I cannot even remember the hugs or love given to me through my memories. It is as if my current state does not let me remember all of what made me truly feel Vvurdeni.” It slams against the floor with its arms “Except for the part of my very being. That cries out to me, dreams showing blurry faces of my mother and father. Forges shining with the mimicry of stars. The great halls, whom hummed your name. My naming, my start of existence.. It all cries to me Vvurdeni!” “So what more do you want from me, my devotion that made me come back to you. What more do you want from me, whom came to serve even after death?!?” It begins punching the floor over and over again, screaming “WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT CAVILON, I HAVE SLAYED A BEAST WHOM DWELLED WITHIN THE RUINS, BEAST OF KIN YOU NOT SEE. ALL THE WHILE BEING INFLICTED BY VVURDENI ROT. WHERE YOU CANNOT EVEN GRACE ME A GLANCE!” "What more.. What more do you want from me?" It stops its strikes. Letting its arms hang by its sides. Gauntly looking at the floor, whispering “Did I harbor such unfathomable actions against you, that even I refuse to remember? Is this why I am here? This is what makes me special, the sin hubris I cause and carry?” "Or am I that unnoticeable? That you'd rather ignore me and my existence."   It gazes upon its hands   "Is my devotion nothing more but a fly buzzing near your ears? Is my tangent nothing more but a larva wiggling beneath the stone and sediment you rule?"   It gazes and looks upon the hollow it engraved at the bottom of the hollowed ground.   "At least answer me! Give me a sign! Give me a hint that you at least acknowledge my struggle! The pain I had to undergo, the things I have lost, and the entering of strange lands!" "Drizzle me in stone and pebble.. Something!'   Vvurdeni waits, and then scoffs. Raising its cracked hands, gazing upon them.   "I, I... I, I have nothing." "I'm so lost." "Why am I the reason for being the one in control of this body?" "Why do I have nobody who remembers me?" "Why do I even have this fire within me, that tells me to get revenge?" "Am I just entertainment?"   Vvurdeni gazes upon the surroundings.   "If. If you will not guide me. If you refuse to gaze upon me. Then I will find a god or somebody who will."   It leaps out of the hollowed ground, staring at the two graves it dug out. Housing the remains of two Vvurdeni. "Farewell, my kin..." It quickly looks away from the remains. As if it has shamed them. And walks away, marching through the desert  

Vvurdeni drags himself back below, after leaving his tribute to the Star.   Gazing upon his untouched offering to Cavilon. It has been weeks, almost a month if you count its plea for guidance.. It has felt the Vvurdeni rot spread and mutate its form.   "Am.. Am I not even worth being recognized?"   The Vvurdeni grasps onto its own cloak and gazes downwards, panic begins setting in..   "No. No more of these thoughts. Father gave us his home, shelter from the volcanic ash." It begins to repeat to itself, as if it were grasping onto a life raft "Have devotion to Father. For he has always been by our side... My side." "Have devotion." "This is merely a test of my devotion."   Vvurdeni barfs and ejects slime at a part of the wall.. It quickly scoops it up and burns it. And reposition itself back into a praying position.   "Cavilon.. Father Earth, please. I show you my everlasting devotion. And plea for your guidance."   The Vvurdeni takes out even more satchels of trophies and bounties, leaving them alongside the tribute.   It slowly tilts its head up, glancing at the stars, whispering to itself.  Trying to convince itself.   "I have faith. For you both have always granted us grace..  Guided us across our ever-expanding creations."   Vvurdeni looks back downwards, fidgeting with its hands. And sets it back to a proper position. Continuing to pray.