As the sun began to set, Raden and his crew knew they had to make progress quickly before nightfall. Sailing through the Leviathan's Maw in the dark was a dangerous proposition, given their previous experiences with the powerful waves. However, even in broad daylight, the waves proved to be more powerful than any other sea, except for the infamous Crimson Tides.
Despite successfully navigating 70% of the Leviathan's Maw, the crew couldn't shake the feeling of unease as they approached the deadliest part of their journey. As twilight settled in, their fear intensified, knowing that one wrong move could land them in the Crimson Locker.
It was a precarious situation, but Raden and his crew remained focused and determined to reach their destination. They knew that professionalism and expertise were critical to their survival. With every passing moment, they relied on their skills and knowledge to guide them through the treacherous waters.
As the sun disappeared below the horizon, the waves grew even more massive, creating an intense atmosphere. Raden and his crew were uncertain of what lay ahead in the Leviathan's Maw. Raden could sense the fear in his crew, particularly the trembling Vikings who had witnessed the Kraken earlier. To calm his crew, Raden advised them to close their eyes while rowing the board, shielding them from the terrifying waves.
Raden took it upon himself to scan the area for potential dangers, standing tall at the sail's helm. However, despite his efforts, he could see nothing but the deadly waves attempting to tear apart the sails of the Viking. It was a daunting sight, and Raden knew that they were facing a dangerous and unpredictable enemy. Nevertheless, he remained steadfast, determined to steer the Viking to safety.
As the Viking sailed further into the Leviathan's Maw, the sea revealed its true nature with a frightening intensity. The water appeared blacker than the depths of any abyss, devoid of any life or light. It felt as though they were sailing into a void, where the only thing that existed was the endless darkness of the sea.
The waves themselves seemed to take on a malevolent presence, a force that was beyond human comprehension. Even Ragnar, with his years of experience and expertise, could not help but tremble with fear at the sight of the sea's black waters. It was as though they were sailing towards an unknown, unseen danger that lurked just beneath the surface.
As the Viking sailed further into the Leviathan's Maw, the darkness seemed to close in around them like a suffocating shroud. The crew's nerves were frayed, and their fear palpable. They knew that they were facing an unimaginable threat, one that no amount of professionalism or expertise could fully prepare them for.
With each passing moment, the sea seemed to grow darker and more foreboding, as though it was a living, breathing thing that sought to consume them whole. Raden and his crew were sailing towards an unknown fate, where the only certainty was the terrifying power of the Leviathan's Maw.
The rowers closed their eyes as they were sailing to avoid seeing the sight that beheld them.
Ragnar shouts "Even if we Perish Today! Oh, Mighty Odin let out Soul into Valhalla" trembling
Niamhriel was trembling. She had every right to tremble. The sea was ferocious vile and Ruthless. It was like a never-ending Abyss. It was so dark that even if a ray of light was to be bestowed upon them. The shadows would not be visible
Niamhriel stood paralyzed with fear as she surveyed the churning, treacherous sea before her. Its ferocity was unmatched, and its sheer malevolence left her trembling uncontrollably. The waves rose and fell like towering giants, each one threatening to capsize the ship and send them plummeting into the fathomless depths below.
As she peered out into the dark, endless expanse of water, Niamhriel realized that even the tiniest ray of light would be swallowed up by the shadows. The abyssal blackness of the sea was so absolute that it seemed to defy all comprehension, and she couldn't help but wonder what other horrors lay hidden beneath its surface.
Only Neko and Raden were able to gaze upon the sea. Raden couldn't see his crewmates so pathetic. As He shouts from the depth of his lungs "Bring it on!" the voice reverberated through the storm and the Waves present there.
"Cease thy whining and childish lamentations, ye pitiful cowards!" bellowed Raden, his form silhouetted against the relentless onslaught of rain. Undaunted by the merciless deluge, he seized hold of the sail, his muscles straining against the gale-force winds.
In the face of such adversity, Raden remained an unbreakable bastion of valor and courage, a shining beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. The Vikings, awestruck by his unyielding spirit, gazed upon him with newfound reverence, as if seeing a deity in their midst.
A grin of triumph etched across his face, Raden cast his gaze back over his shoulder, regarding his crewmates with a look of fierce determination. For he knew that at this moment, with the forces of nature arrayed against them, their only hope lay in his unwavering resolve and indomitable will. All this was witnessed as Niamhriel lighted the Lamp which flickered instantly due to Storm
With the ferocity of the storm bearing down upon them, the crew of the Viking ship worked in unison, their every motion perfectly synchronized under Raden's steady command. As the vessel surged forward through the churning waters of the Leviathan's Maw, the crew let out a mighty cry, their voices ringing out over the roar of the tempest.
Ragnar, his eyes fixed intently on the billowing sail, felt a thrill of excitement mixed with envy at the sight of Raden taking charge with such effortless confidence. Meanwhile, Niamhriel darted back and forth along the rowing benches, encouraging the crew and keeping them in rhythm with the relentless drumbeat of her voice.
With Neko barking out commands and the rowers straining every muscle to propel the ship forward, the Viking vessel surged ahead with a renewed burst of speed, the waves crashing against its sturdy hull like a relentless battering ram.
Raden was constantly scanning around just in case of a Kraken attack. The crew was relieved seeing Raden by their side.
With a fierce determination, Raden stood resolute at the helm of the sail, his unwavering gaze transfixed upon the ferocious tempest. A sudden bolt of lightning illuminated a nightmarish sight that seared into his psyche with a terror that defies words. Emerging from the tumultuous abyss was a creature of such immense proportions and malevolence that it made his blood run cold. Its sinuous, snake-like body undulated and writhed, its massive bulk dominating the horizon, while its yellow, malevolent eyes glared down upon him with a baleful intelligence that bespoke unimaginable horrors.
Neko, caught sight of the monster, he was seized by an unspeakable terror that left him paralyzed with fear, his mind consumed by the certainty that their doom was nigh. With trembling limbs, he stammered out a single, chilling phrase that left no room for doubt: "Your tale is over. It is the Leviathan."
The crew, frozen with fear and horror, could only bear witness to the looming approach of the Leviathan, its ghastly form looming larger and larger, its grotesque countenance filling them with a terror so profound that they could scarcely comprehend it. The storm that had once been their sole concern was now a mere afterthought, for the monstrous beast that approached them was a force of nature unto itself, a harbinger of doom that promised only death and destruction to all who dared to cross its path.
As the Leviathan vanished from sight, the crew let out a collective sigh of relief, their nerves frayed and their minds reeling from the shock of encountering such a monstrous creature. But their respite was short-lived, for as they caught their breath, a massive wave suddenly crashed down upon them, sending them tumbling and thrashing through the churning waters.
And then, rising from the roiling sea, emerged the Leviathan once again, its massive form filling the horizon with a terrifying presence. The crew, already shaken to the core by their previous encounter, now found themselves face to face with the monster of legend, the very creature that had inspired countless tales of fear and dread among sailors and seafarers for generations.
The Vikings among the crew, known for their bravery and courage in the face of danger, were struck dumb by the sight before them. Here was a creature that they had believed to be nothing more than a myth, a legend told around the fires of their longhouses, and yet here it stood before them, its yellow eyes gleaming with a sinister intelligence that spoke of untold horrors.
The Leviathan's rough, dead skin, sharp fangs, and serpentine body all served to reinforce the notion that this was a creature born of the darkest depths of the ocean, a monster that had roamed the seas since the dawn of time, preying upon any who dared to cross its path. And now, here it was, poised to claim yet another victim in its endless quest for destruction and devastation.
Raden chants the Most Powerful spell he ever knew
"By the raging winds and crashing waves, I call upon the power of the tempest to be my slave. With a thunderous roar and lightning's flash, Bring forth the storm, and let it crash!
By the force of nature's fury and might, Let the tempest be my guide this night. Let it churn the seas and shake the land, Obeying the power of my command!
I summon thee, O tempest bold, unleash thy wrath, and be not controlled. With tempest's force and tempest's will, let chaos reign, and let it thrill!
By this spell, I call upon the power of the storm, to bring forth tempest's fury, and forever transform."
"TEMPEST"
The tempestuous onslaught that they had hitherto endured seemed akin to a mere child's game in the face of the cataclysm that Raden had just unleashed upon Leviathan's maw. His sword glowed with a foreboding aura, as it absorbed the full brunt of his fury. With a fierce leap, Raden plunged into the heart of the beast, and the storm that had raged around them dissipated into nothingness, leaving only the clash of steel against scale.
Leviathan's eyes blazed with a newfound vengeful fury, its formerly yellowish hue now a seething red. It lunged at Raden with its fangs bared,. The sheer force of the impact caused the water around them to boil and vaporize, leaving behind a crimson-stained wasteland littered with the bones of Leviathan's victims.
At that moment, Raden felt something that he had never experienced before - a sense of dominance and fear. He was acutely aware of the vast difference in power between himself and the Leviathan and realized that he was nothing more than a mere speck in its presence. The shockwaves from their clash reverberated throughout the world, and a mysterious figure whispered in awe, "Finally."
The people of the world were now keenly aware that a new force was emerging - one that threatened to challenge their very authority. Raden emerged from the fray unscathed, leaving behind a permanent scar on Leviathan's chest as a testament to his indomitable will and unyielding spirit
Neko gazed in wonder and amazement as he witnessed the incredible display of strength and courage exhibited by Raden, as he faced off against the mighty Leviathan. Despite the odds being heavily stacked against them, there was a glimmer of hope for their survival, thanks to the warrior's unwavering determination and prowess.
However, their moment of triumph was short-lived, as Leviathan turned its attention towards their boat, unleashing a devastating attack with its claws. Ragnar and The Vikings stood there proud and tall and were ready to die and enter Valhalla to let Raden and the others escape. The perished and Leviathan disappears somewhere in the sea
As dawn broke on a new day, Raden and his companions were filled with a sense of melancholy, as they reflected on the sacrifices made by Ragnar and his comrades, who had bravely stood before Leviathan to allow them an escape. The memory of Ragnar's sympathy towards the warrior weighed heavily on Raden's heart, as he clutched Niamhriel tightly, grateful for her unwavering support and guidance. Meanwhile, Neko perched on Raden's shoulder, a steadfast reminder of their journey thus far.
As they scanned the horizon, their eyes fell upon a strange land, shrouded in thick industrial smoke. With a hushed whisper, Cat proclaimed, "We're here." The trio steeled themselves for whatever lay ahead, ready to face any challenge that awaited them on this new and mysterious shore.