The beast was suddenly beginning to violently shake. It looked clueless as it didn't know what to do or where to go. Initially, smaller pieces of ink were beginning to fall part. It appeared the creature was beginning to weaken.
But gradually, overtime, the entity was eventually shredding apart, like paper being shredded apart in a shredding machine.
As the final pieces finally collapsed, there were footsteps slowly approaching the dying creature:
"discard of this useless junk immediately. It never was going to each it's full potential."
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