Zaratul The Fraud

His black formal attire suddenly shattered, and his face shrank into a dark, swirling vortex. If one looked closely at the vortex, it would seem to be filled with transparent, wriggling insects that appeared to crawl into the eyes, brain, and body, devouring thoughts and nerves. The black formal attire's sleeves and pant legs were covered in smooth, bizarre patterns that extended into tentacles.