"Why are the constructions on the left side lagging behind the ones on the right? Are the architects running into problems?" Horhir asked, jumping from a platform onto a ship.
"A young leviathan lives right next to where the constructions began, Poitirus and his lot have been struggling to even make it move away, I had no clue what a leviathan was until I heard of this one, and clearly, it's no joke…" Ourlst responded, looking over the side of his ship, distant rumbles occurred for the next few seconds, before all went still.
"Should we set up a killing party?" the right hand put up one palm upon the pommel of his blade.
"No need actually, General Loimos took matters in his own hands for this one" and just as the left hand said this, a massive, twisted mass of slimy scales rose from the depths, without a drop of blood following, the life force within this mighty juvenile was snuffed and replaced by death, with a jerk, it swam away peacefully.
