As the Aurora Gale sailed onward, the crew found a moment of respite from the tumultuous seas. Gathered in a circle on the deck, they shared tales of their past adventures and dreams for the future. Ryoma K. Gane listened intently, his heart stirred by the camaraderie of his newfound companions.
Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, a shadow fell over the circle, casting a pall of darkness upon the deck. The crew looked up in alarm, their voices falling silent as they beheld the monstrous form that loomed overhead.
A sea creature of colossal proportions towered above them, its massive jaws gaping wide as it descended upon the helpless sailors below. Panic gripped the crew as they scrambled to their feet, their eyes wide with terror as they stared down the gaping maw of the Leviathan.
The captain, his resolve unshaken, leapt into action, rallying his crew with a fierce battle cry. With weapons drawn, they prepared to face the beast head-on, their hearts brimming with courage in the face of certain doom.
But before they could launch their attack, the Leviathan struck with lightning speed, its gaping maw swallowing the deck whole in a single gulp. Screams echoed through the darkness as the crew was plunged into the belly of the beast, their bodies tossed and battered amidst the churning waters.
In the darkness of the Leviathan's stomach, Ryoma found himself surrounded by his comrades, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. Some lay injured, their bodies broken by the force of the creature's attack, while others clung to the faint hope of survival amidst the darkness that surrounded them.
As Ryoma gazed into the eyes of his fellow sailors, he knew that their journey had taken a perilous turn—one from which they might never return. But even in the face of unimaginable danger, he refused to surrender to despair, for he knew that as long as they stood together, there was still hope of emerging from the belly of the beast and continuing their quest for the elusive Black Rose.