The greater the mass, the more energy it consumed to move. A creature with tentacles, its size no less than a megastructure, would need at least nuclear energy to budge.
If it used chemical energy, then considering specific impulse, it would have to consume most of its own mass. The same applied to its tentacles being unable to swing. The energy storage level of organic bioenergy was simply too low. Without the support of the Spirit Domain, it was nowhere near enough.
The Collectors swiftly moved out, landing on the massive tentacled creatures. They transformed themselves into rhizomes, burrowed into the creatures' bodies, and synchronously searched for their thought carriers.
They completely incapacitated their targets.
Glanfen awoke from an endless nightmare, but when he looked around, he was horrified to discover that none of it had been a dream. Before him was an enormous eye, its pupil cross-shaped as it stared at him, as though it could see through every part of him.
Instinctively, he tried to command the organism's tentacles and launch an attack.
But invisible pressure restrained the organism, leaving it utterly unable to move.
Only then did Glanfen fully realize his situation. He was lying on his back atop a circular surface in space. More accurately, the organism was lying on that circular surface, while he had not yet completely separated from it. His flesh was still connected to the organism, with only the portion from his head to his shoulders detached.
Invisible pressure radiated from the circular surface, pinning both him and the organism firmly against it.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out in Glanfen's mind.
"Hello, life-form of the Seventh Tier."
"Who are you?"
Though he had no proof, Glanfen could tell by instinct that the enormous eye before him was speaking.
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