The Leviathan path was usually smooth, until it suddenly wasn't.
The realization struck them all simultaneously as the leviathan's massive form began to convulse more violently than before, as though under relentless assault during its journey. They frantically sought stable footing—some desperately clutching its horn-like protrusions, others seizing hold of its razor teeth.
But that alone wasn't enough to save them. Without warning, the leviathan convulsed its massive body in terror, and they felt the crushing force reverberate through them even from within its depths.
Raiden's grip on Ash's hand tightened as the true horror of this dark dream became clear; it was far worse than he'd ever imagined. Cold sweat drenched his skin, every instinct shrieking for them to flee home while he desperately clutched the leviathan's razor tooth. He trembled alongside Ash, his panicked gaze searching the darkness as his breath came in ragged gasps.
