Kael's hand was trembling, blood still dripping from his palm as he held the now-hatched Leviathan. The tiny creature uncoiled itself from its egg, its smooth, bluish-white scales gleaming in the dim light of the cave. Its eyes, still glowing with a faint, eerie purple hue, met his gaze.
Before Kael could even react, the baby Leviathan opened its small mouth and sank its sharp fangs into the skin of his arm, where the demonic tattoo lay. The pain was excruciating—hot and electric—as if the serpent were trying to pull something from within him.
Kael hissed sharply, but it was a fleeting sensation. The pain was quickly replaced by a warm, familiar hum of energy, as though a bond had been forged instantaneously. He felt a surge of connection, a ripple through his very being. Levy was now his. His heart and soul, tied to this creature just like the others, but this bond—this was different. It felt like the Leviathan itself was now a part of him, a being that would share his essence.
