The gates to the Leviathan's chamber loomed ahead—two colossal slabs of obsidian coral fused with glowing veins of crimson light. As Daol pressed his trident against the ancient runes etched across the gate, the coral shuddered and split open, releasing a dark current that swept past them like an exhale from the depths.
A heavy rumble echoed through the sea as they entered.
The chamber was enormous—like stepping into the open mouth of the ocean itself. Bioluminescent flora clung to the walls, and broken towers rose from the seafloor, their tops lost in the abyssal dark above. Streams of light filtered through the cracks, illuminating bones the size of ships.
Daol's voice came through the comms, calm but tense. "Legends said the Leviathan sleeps beneath the old cathedral ruins. But if it's awake… then the ocean's curse has begun again."
"Cool story," Xavier muttered, stretching his arms. "Let's just find the damn thing and end it."
Jayden gasped. "Whoa…"
