Down Below

A Leviathan.

A Leviathan.

A damned Leviathan!

How exactly were they supposed to defeat a Leviathan?!

The good part was, the Leviathan was a Disastrous one.

'Like hell that makes any difference.'

Northern clenched his teeth angrily as he snatched a broken rock from the ground. He hurled his arm backward — the very wind seeming to part like frightened children before his hand — as it tore forward, sending the stone whistling through the air.

Nearby, one of those burnt abominations raised its clawed hands, poised to carve down on a female Drifter who shielded a young girl. Her weapon had shattered from blocking the creature's claws twice, and now her death loomed inevitable.

She folded down, accepting her demise with horror etched across her face.