The Great Mother Whale

The radio buzzed with tense voices as Captain Mikhail Volkov monitored the battlefield from the bridge of the *BNS Valiant*. His sharp blue eyes darted between the radar screen and the sight before him—a monstrous creature, its lifeless form drifting in the water, surrounded by a fleet of battered warships.

The beast was no ordinary whale. It was a colossal entity, nearly three kilometres in length, its body riddled with wounds—burn marks from missiles, gashes from heavy artillery, and deep gouges where explosive rounds had torn through its thick flesh. Despite the damage, the creature remained imposing, a testament to the hellish battle that had taken place.