Level 2
The creatures of level 2 were different.
Half the size of those from level 1.
No scales — smooth, dark skin, almost black, that absorbed the corridor's dim light.
They didn't have separate upper arms.
Instead, each shoulder ended in a set of five thin tentacles the thickness of a finger, each a meter long, that moved independently and ended in hardened tips glowing with a faint blue bioluminescence.
And they were twice the number.
Sixteen, spread across the sector without a clear central point.
No visible hierarchy.
'No big one to lead.'
'I can't use the same tactic.'
Serah assessed the floor as the creatures approached — and noticed the pattern. Lines in the wall material extending to the floor, too regular, forming squares a meter on each side.
The first reached attack range.
Three tentacles from the right shoulder extended toward Serah's neck — fast, with the precision of something that has attacked this way many times, seeking to wrap rather than strike.
