Whoosh—!0

The wind howled as it split around the disk. It felt as though Russell had cast a spell that counteracted air resistance and headwind, the Floating Board zipping through the air effortlessly over the Deep Sea City akin to an arrow. 0

Leonard glanced down at the scenery beneath them, feeling a sense of discomfort at the bizarrely constructed buildings. They weren’t made of stone or wood. Rather, something slimy and sticky had been erected in shapes resembling buildings. It looked like a colony of grayish-white slugs.0

“…I can see why they’re vulnerable to light and heat.”0

“It’s because the slime will dry up. Their heads may resemble octopuses, but biologically they’re more like worms or leeches. Unlike the Sea Orcs, they can’t come out of the Rift unless it undergoes Corrosion.”0

Jack Russell recalled dissecting a Demon Octopus once, affirming Leonard’s thoughts. While these creatures had octopus-like heads, the rest of their slimy bodies were nearly amorphous. 0

The Demon Octopuses could move bipedally, quadrupedally, or even slither like snakes. Aside from their brains, they had no vital organs, meaning that even if their bodies were destroyed, they quickly regenerated—a particularly troublesome trait.0

“But their slimy bodies are weak against heat and light, so they’ll shrivel up if you so much as bring a torch near them, leaving only their heads. It’s no wonder they hide in the deep sea.”0

“If they’re that...0