A chill crept through Ethan's chest, sharp and sudden. The octopus's devouring force pressed down on him like a mountain, heavier than anything he'd ever faced—but he didn't panic.
Yes, the creature's power was overwhelming. Even in his fused state, he couldn't match it head-on. But then, a flicker of memory surfaced—just moments ago, almost without thinking, he'd sliced through several of its tentacles like they were nothing.
Its strength was monstrous, but its body… not so much.
A thought struck him like lightning. "Its energy is terrifying, but its flesh is weak."
Without wasting a second, Ethan activated the system and ran a rapid scan of the creature's physical structure.
The results came back almost instantly, and he exhaled in relief. Just as he'd hoped—the octopus's body was far more fragile than its power suggested. It was a glass cannon: immense energy, but a body that couldn't take a hit.
"This is my opening," he thought, a plan already forming.
