On the final day beneath the sea, the city trembled.
The serpent guardian returned, coiling around the palace tower. Its eyes narrowed.
"You must leave now. The Abyss stirs. The Nameless One has reached into this realm."
A roar echoed through the city. Waters turned black. From the sea trench beyond the reef rose a colossal shape—larger than a fortress.
The Leviathan.
It was not flesh, not spirit—but memory twisted into form. Its body was made of shipwrecks, bones, and screaming faces sealed in glass.
Aarav turned to his allies. "Get to the surface. I'll hold it."
Ishira started to object, but saw the new ring on his hand glow—calm and true.
He stepped into the ocean trench.
Wielding fire, wind, and water, he battled the Leviathan in the heart of the abyss.
A dance of tide and flame.
The battle tore through coral cities and shattered the forge. But in the end, Aarav stood over the beast's broken form, soaked in light and blood and silence.
The second ring had been claimed.
But far away, beyond the stars, the Nameless One opened his eyes for the first time in centuries.
And smiled.