I am Leviathan—an ancient Titan whose existence predates even the rise of any mortal race.
My power is a tide of dread, a current of destruction that rarely fails me.
Yet time is cruel, and so it passed.
And from that passage of time, certain men began to rise—figures who began to rival, and even surpass, what once made me fearsome.
Nearly making my strength all but mere decoration.
Then there were those who came before even me: The Heavenly siblings, the Fenrir siblings, The Great Old Ones, and a handful of other troublesome beings.
They were... problematic, indeed.
But still—nonetheless—I am Leviathan.
And I make sure never to forget that.
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As I approached the poor crystal, a smile twisted its way across my lips.
A simple flick of my fingers unleashed a storm of pressure—shockwaves and wind roaring into existence.
The crystal became encased in faint lines of magic.
What I conjured then—I named it long ago: [Black Sea of Fire].
One flick. Then a spark.
