Possibility

“Pretty fast.”

Shrrra—!

Nereia murmured as she swung her eight tentacles at the White-Haired Deep-Sea Fish.

Indeed, she could see why the White-Haired Deep-Sea Fish, which had no predation rank and were nothing more than prey, had survived here.

They were small and quick, as befitted such weak creatures.

They also made good use of their surroundings.

For instance, they let the current carry them, moving faster that way.

Or they slipped into narrow crevices between jagged rocks jutting from the walls of the deep-sea canyon to evade predators.

However.

“That won’t work on me.”...