Leviathan was there.
Standing on the jagged rocks at the edge of the stormy sea.
Her arms were crossed.
And that unmistakable evil smile painted across her face.
She looked at me as though she had been waiting for this moment all her life.
The wind whipped her dark hair around her face.
It tangled it into wild knots.
And the shadows cast by the moonlight made her appear even more menacing.
Every instinct in my body screamed that I was standing against a force.
I could not afford to underestimate her.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
My feet were digging into the wet sand.
Our eyes locked.
The intensity of her gaze felt like icy fire piercing through me.
I could feel the weight of it.
The predatory calculation behind it.
For a moment, time seemed to stretch.
And it was just the two of us.
"So… you finally choose… death?" she hissed.
Then without warning, she twisted her hands into claws.
Her fingers elongated unnaturally, sharp as obsidian daggers.
