Northern was flooded with bewildering thoughts and froze for a millisecond as day suddenly plunged into crimson night.
He levitated there, paralyzed and drenched in sweat. For a moment, dread crashed over his senses and body—as if no matter what he did, the monster would never die.
A Leviathan was simply too powerful to be defeated, even by someone like him. Perhaps retreating to Chaos and Void was his only option.
Without Chaos and Void, he was nothing.
However, after that millisecond of doubt, Northern snapped upright with fierce resolve. He might be a coward in several areas, but he had never proven to be mentally fragile.
His mental fortitude was unbreakable. Since being born in Trael—the first time, of course—this was the first instance he'd felt it waver with such intensity, and even that hadn't lasted a full second.
Northern covered his face with his palm, grinning behind it.
"Well, damn. Leviathans are definitely not your average monsters."
