Chapter 80 Battle of Black Ocean : Fitran Vs Leviathan (3)
The sky, just healed from the tear in dimensions, now trembles once more. A sound reminiscent of a lament of a thousand forgotten whales echoes from the horizon, heralding that something extraordinary is unfolding.
"Rinoa, be careful," Fitran urged, his voice firm yet laced with concern, having recovered from the torment of his wounds. With tension in the air, Rinoa fixed her gaze upon the towering figure before her, her heart racing, shattering the silence that plunged her into an unimaginable reality.
There, Leviathan, a titanic entity beyond human comprehension, raised its incomprehensible form, resembling a colossal statue crafted from an unnamed force of water. With every movement, its dark claws rent the sky, radiating an aura of terror adorned with the shells of galaxies. Its scales glimmered in a light defying understanding, as if hinting at ancient tomes hidden, concealing countless secrets. Its eyes widened, parting the oceans like two falling stars ignited in eternity. Though its mouth did not roar, it declaimed a sound that flowed like the ancient notes of endless songs, delivering profound messages into the souls of those present.
"Hear me, oceans unborn and gods unburied—
Let all shorelines be erased.
Let all memories drown.
Let all who cling to meaning be consumed."
From the magnificent body of Leviathan, ancient glyphs began to glow, emanating a mystical aura. They shone not in the typical geometric patterns found elsewhere, but rather in the dance of currents and lunar cycles, creating a visual spectacle akin to a dark orchestra, a mysterious melody resonating through time. This heralded the presence of an unstoppable and enigmatic force, one entity that transcends human understanding.
ULTIMATE MAGIC: Tsunami – [Mare Oblivion]
It is not merely water.
It is not merely waves.