Freya's eyes were sharp as explosions echoed above her head, each thunderous boom a testament to the titanic battle unfolding in the skies. The clash between Vlad and the Divine Leviathan painted the heavens with flashes of red and gold, their energies intertwining like battling serpents of lightning.
The sheer magnitude of their fight sent shockwaves rippling through the air, but instead of instilling fear, it only fueled Freya's determination. The young Viking princess pushed herself harder and harder, every fiber of her being committed to defeating the Special Unit Leviathan.
She dashed forward with all her strength; muscles coiled like steel springs. Her mace glowed with an intense fusion of Force and totemic energy. With a fierce cry, she swung her weapon, aiming for the Leviathan's exposed right ribs—a vulnerability left by its missing arm. The mace connected with a resounding crack, the impact sending a shockwave through the creature's massive frame.
