"In hindsight, I could have freed up a sutra tendril for a second," Koumyou murmurs, down against Devero, collar bone, "but that's just hindsight."

And honestly, there was only so much processing he could have done in that instant, already running all those tendrils to chase and herd Ukoku's and try to keep the Muten from entering the game at all.

Ukoku had simply had the mental bandwidth for one more tendril than he had.