It had been some time since I gazed upon the Chained Maiden
preferring to let her toil in her task and safeguard her ward. But I
needed a new general, or perhaps an admiral? The form he should take has
troubled me. Her advise I sought.
Human like the
others? Or something more fitting of his aquatic home? A great leviathan
from the depths to consume great vessels? Aerial maybe, an albatross
with the wind at its back? She reminds me Poseidon's depths are
treacherous and wonders if my attempts might draw his ire, or that of
frightful Dagon.
No matter The Leviathan it was, as so
he came forth as his siblings before him a beast for war. Not a war of
gods and demons of which we are accustomed but a war of men. No light to
banish, no void to purge. Only Blood and Steel.
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