After struggling with the writhing, translucent tentacles for some time, Charles finally devised a plan. At his command, the barbed vines of his bandage-like appendage swiftly twisted, growing rapidly along the creature's body.
Constrained by the vines, the tentacles' movements became extremely sluggish.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Charles flew directly behind the creature and grabbed the vine pull-ring on its back. The crew pulled with all their might, and using the momentum from the monster's own thrashing tentacles, they finally ripped it free from the Narwhal's bow.
Without the Narwhal's buoyancy to hold it up, the mass of tentacles plunged into the darkness under the pull of Earth's gravity, leaving behind a ship's bow that it had already half-devoured.
With the creature's disappearance, the strange sensation that had afflicted everyone finally vanished. The crew collapsed onto the deck, gasping for breath.
