In the wreckage of a spacecraft the size of a warship. A form floated. There were tendrils coming off of it and attached to various asteroids and pieces of the ship. These tendrils were not solid but were made of several miniature robots that normally could not be seen.
But because of the way they were being used. Someone could clearly see that the tendrils were not made up of a liquid but a massive amount of small solids instead. The reason for this was because of the user's low comprehension of their abilities. It had only now reawakened.
It used to be a man. A human who vied for knowledge. A human whose journey gained him numerous enemies. A human who had much knowledge but lacked a decent body. A human who was seen as violating these 'morals' that all beings comprehend. A hated human. A human that died at the hands of another being that was more than it should be. The Hunter.
