Even as Miles rushed forwards, beginning the ascent from the basement level to the upper floor where the living room was located, he was unable to take his eyes off of what was happening through the walls.
He had called the horde rats ‘something else’, simply because he wasn’t sure else to say when describing them.
The moment they had crashed into the main hall, they had no longer been 50 individual rats.
It wasn’t completely clear through the Blood Vision but he could see that they had somehow joined together… through their tails?
By some mysterious manner or force, all 50 tails had tangled together, forming a complicated knot. It actually resembled a small ball of yarn, one of fleshy pink rat tails instead of thread, centered within a perfectly circular mass of horde rat familiars.
