"That's…!" Braum yelled out.
But Ryn already knew what it was.
The monster's large, serpentine body, along with massive gaping jaws and its scale-like body, made it crystal clear:
"Leviathan."
Braum did not hesitate.
"Airship. Now!" he ordered.
The command cut cleanly through the chaos. Surviving dwarves moved at once, hauling the injured and abandoning what little could be salvaged.
Fritz helped steady Hadrik, who was half-conscious and coughing seawater onto the floor.
Ryn didn't look at the serpent again, but instead at the light once more.
It hadn't flickered or weakened at all. Whatever happened to Leviathan had not disrupted the source.
"Shit, that thing was the result," he said quietly as they moved toward the airship's lowered ramp.
Amelia glanced at him but didn't argue.
They boarded as the first tremor rippled through the sea again. The airship's engines roared to life, manalite cores flaring beneath armored plating.
