Leviathan Collective

๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ญ๐–š๐–‡๐–‡๐–‘๐–Š ๐•พ๐–•๐–Š๐–‘๐–‘ - "๐•พ๐–•๐–๐–Š๐–—๐–†๐–Š"

๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ž ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ค๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”Ÿ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฑ. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”Ÿ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ณ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ญ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฉ๐”ฒ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ, ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ.

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Grace read the passage, it seemed easy enough, or so she thought, "Recite the incantation Spherae." She muttered slowly. She focused on the space just above her outstretched palm, imagining a small, protective sphere. "ึ†ึ„ษฆษ›ส€วŸษ›" She recited, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. She half-expected something dramatic to happen, but there was nothing. No glow, no bubble, just the echoing of her own voice in the vast and empty dining room.