Adferiad was a wonderful sylvari. He was sweet, he was gentle, he was brave. He died due to fear and mistrust, his body discarded into the ravine of the Maguuma.
It does not have those memories. It does not know what its body came from. It is now simply host to a collective. Adferiad is dead, now replaced with something else. Something using the body.
He is gone. The body is now an it. It is now we. A miraculous creature has taken control of a sylvari corpse. A slime mold has begun to puppet a corpse. Horrifying, true. But wonderous all the same.














