Then the Shadowed One's eyes turned crimson.  Twin beams of power lanced out and struck Zaktan.  There was a blinding flash of light.
	When it faded, Zaktan still stood there, but he had changed in a terrible way.  He was standing still but his body was moving, as if each individual cell had taken on a life of its own.  Panicked, Zaktan lost control and his mass began to dissipate. Like a swarm of fireflyers broken up by a windstorm, fragments of Zaktan began to drift away.  It was the most terrible thing Vezok had ever seen, in a lifetime filled with many awful sights.
	He looked at the Shadowed One and was surprised to see that the Dark Hunter leader looked stunned as well.  Apparently, this was not the effect the beams were supposed to have had.  Something had gone very wrong.
	Zaktan suddenly calmed down.  Exerting a force of will Vezok never imagined any being had, he drew the disconnected parts of himself back together.  He was whole again, or at least as whole as any being in his condition could be.
	The Shadowed One, too, had regained his composure.  He settled back in his chair and gazed around at the assembled conspirators.  "Remember," he said, in the soft tone of a doom viper's hiss.

Zaktan would eventually discover that his body had been converted to billions of microscopic protodites.  Each contained a portion of his consciousness and could function independently of his body as a whole.  This allowed him to send parts of himself on the attack as a swarm, to fly, to evade physical attacks more easily, and to slip though spaces too small for even insects.

 ~Greg Farshtey Bionicle Legends #4, Legacy of Evil, pg 42 - 43