The Collector settled itself within the clean, incised gap of flesh it had carved out within the Jotnar arm.
All around it was flesh.
Bloody, almost black, blue flesh that emitted the faint hum of magical energy, though had the Jotnar been alive and actively circulating its mana, then surely, its mana surges could have made the earth rumble.
Here, the Collector would knit its evolutionary cocoon.
The evolutionary cocoon could itself consume and devour organic matter near it to fuel it, so in the case that the Collector evolved in a large breadth of biomass, it could continue to consume without exiting its cocoon and therefore skip metamorphosis levels effectively.
And in the case of this Jotnar arm, the Collector knew it had ample quantities of heavily magically charged flesh to evolve again and again and again, for it never had to exit the cocoon until all the flesh around it was consumed.