POV 1: Solomon Kane – Leviathan Temple Gates

The gates yawned wider, releasing a cold current so ancient it smelled of salt, blood, and memories older than history. Solomon stood at the threshold, rifle in hand, as the first shadow of the Leviathan slithered into view. It wasn’t just big—it was a living seafloor, a mountain that moved with purpose.

Solomon spared a glance at Dyug. The Prince was clad in modified Earth-Elven battle gear, enchanted and reinforced with marine alloys. His twin sabers gleamed faintly under the temple’s bio-luminescent glow.

“No retreat?” Solomon asked, tone half-serious.

Dyug smiled grimly. “After everything, Kane, retreat would be an insult.”

They stepped beyond the sanctuary of the temple, into open waters where the pressure crushed lesser beings and fear itself had weight. Schools of spectral fish scattered from their wake.

Above, the ocean trembled. Southward, blackness churned—a creeping titan rousing from the abyss, heralded by the low, predatory chimes that made Solomon’s bones vibrate.

The Drowned Crown was coming.

And they were standing in its path.

POV 2: Mary – Inner Temple

Mary knelt before the Leviathan’s Heart—a massive pearl suspended by coral tendrils, pulsing slow and faint. She placed her palms against its surface.

“Remember,” she whispered. “Remember me. Remember the promise.”

Visions flickered behind her eyes. The last days of the Old Builders. The Leviathans crafted not as rulers, but as wardens. Each bonded to a soul strong enough to balance their hunger.

She had been chosen… or had chosen herself? Mary wasn’t sure anymore.

You are mine, and I am yours, she thought fiercely.

The Heart responded—a thrum, a rising cadence matching her heartbeat. The temple stones groaned as the Leviathan stirred deeper, shedding layers of sediment and memory.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not yet.

She pressed harder, feeling her consciousness bleed into the creature’s vast mindscape—a realm of dark oceans and drowned stars. She had to wake it fully… before the Crown reached them.

POV 3: Asha Okonkwo – INS Vikrant, Combat Information Center

The combat deck buzzed with tension, the whir of machines and clipped voices painting a picture of barely controlled chaos.

"Enemy mass now within five hundred kilometers!" a radar tech barked.

"Multiple signatures—fragmentations detected. Possible biological weapons or spawn!"

Commander Asha Okonkwo stood at the center of it all, a pillar of calm focus. Her exo-helmet hung at her belt, her tightly braided hair pulled back neatly, her navy-blue command coat flaring slightly as she moved.

She leaned over the primary tactical map, eyes sweeping across the formation. Indian, Australian, Japanese, and South African ships formed a multi-national defensive net across the trench mouth — a force pulled together by the UN, with Asha handpicked to lead them after her earlier victories against the Elven incursion.

She tapped into the main fleet broadcast.

"This is Commander Asha Okonkwo," her voice carried no hesitation. "All units, hold the line. Weapons free. Target anything breaching the perimeter. Protect the Leviathan Temple at all costs."

Outside the reinforced windows, aircraft launched from carrier decks, destroyers adjusted their formations, missile batteries swiveled toward the deepening darkness on the horizon.

Asha set her jaw. They weren't just defending a strategic position.

They were standing between humanity and an ancient apocalypse.

POV 4: Dyana – Sky-Crown Orbital Platform

Orbiting far above, Dyana watched the tactical feed unfold in real-time. She saw the lines of Earth's navies, the rising shadow of the Drowned Crown, and the barely-stirring mass of the Leviathan.

And she knew it wasn’t enough.

“Elven First Armada status?” she demanded.

“Transition complete,” her aide said. “Portal stabilization in final phase. Estimated arrival time: five hours.”

Too slow, Dyana thought.

“Prepare Sky-Crown's main cannon for surface bombardment. If the Crown breaches the line before the Leviathan wakes… we fire.”

Her command shocked the aides into momentary silence.

“But Princess—that’s Earth sovereign territory—”

“It’s that or extinction,” Dyana said coldly. “Prepare the cannon.”

Far below, deep-sea tremors cracked the seabed.

The old world was about to bleed into the new.

POV 5: Solomon Kane – Trench Mouth

The water before them darkened unnaturally. Solomon aimed down the sight of his rifle. He could see the Crown now—its jagged form slicing through the sea, like an obsidian reef dragging itself into battle.

Smaller creatures peeled off from its sides—nightmare spawn with skeletal fins and gaping maws. Corrupted offshoots, made for slaughter.

“They’re sending in vanguard beasts,” Solomon said.

Dyug’s sabers hissed as he drew them.

“They will regret that.”

Together, they braced as the first wave hit.

The spawn rushed forward with impossible speed, serrated limbs flashing. Solomon dropped three with precise shots to the head. Dyug met the surge with a spinning dance of blades, each stroke severing multiple enemies at once, his strikes augmented by magic pulses that boiled the surrounding water.

Still, for every creature they felled, two more took its place.

“Too many!” Solomon growled.

A sudden roar shook the trench.

The Leviathan shifted—an entire mountain rousing from sleep. Massive tendrils, barnacle-encrusted and radiating raw power, unfurled from the deep, crushing dozens of spawn with casual indifference.

Mary’s bond was working.

But the Crown was still coming—and it was bigger, stronger, and filled with a hatred that made the ocean itself shudder.

POV 6: Mary – The Heart Chamber

Mary screamed as the bond deepened.

The Leviathan’s mind was vast and alien. Memories of wars waged beneath forgotten seas, of ancient stars dying overhead, filled her senses.

She clung to herself—to Dyug’s face, to Solomon’s dry sarcasm, to the sunrises she barely remembered.

Wake up, she begged. Please. I need you.

The Heart pulsed harder. A sudden surge of warmth enveloped her. She felt the Leviathan’s soul recognize her completely, not just as a temporary host, but as its bonded will.

The creature's consciousness merged with hers.

And together, they roared.

POV 7: Asha Okonkwo – INS Vikrant

The ocean ahead erupted.

A ridge of living muscle and coral broke the surface, sending colossal waves racing outward. For a moment, the entire combat center fell into stunned silence.

The Leviathan had awakened.

Cheers erupted across comms—French, Indian, South African, Brazilian voices merging into a rising tide of hope.

Asha allowed herself a small, grim smile.

“We’re not dead yet,” she said, voice steady as she leaned toward the comms unit. “All units, maintain formation. Adjust firing solutions. Prepare for the Crown’s main body.”

On the horizon, the monstrous silhouette of the Drowned Crown loomed larger still—a falling god, a crawling apocalypse.

The real battle was just beginning.

POV 8: Dyana – Sky-Crown

From orbit, Dyana watched Leviathan rise.

Even from space, the creature dwarfed entire cities.

She turned to her staff.

“Hold fire,” she ordered. “The Leviathan is active.”

“But the Crown—?”

Dyana narrowed her eyes.

“Let them clash first. Pray Earth’s champion is strong enough.”

POV 9: Solomon Kane – Battlefield

Water twisted violently around them as the Leviathan surged forward. Solomon barely kept his footing, grabbing a coral outcrop.

The Drowned Crown descended, maw opening like a gateway to hell.

And the Leviathan struck.

The impact sent shockwaves that shattered stone and boiled water. Solomon and Dyug were thrown backward, tumbling through the chaotic currents.

Above them, the two primordial beings battled—claws ripping, tendrils thrashing, energy discharges rippling through the ocean in waves of devastating power.

Spawn creatures were crushed like insects in the crossfire.

Solomon coughed out a mouthful of blood, pulled Dyug upright.

“We need to clear the field!” he shouted.

“No,” Dyug said, eyes burning with determination. “We fight. We stand. We bear witness.”

Because what happened here would decide not just Earth’s fate, but Forestia’s, the Elves’, and every soul who dared to call this ocean home.

POV 10: Mary – The Heart

Her body floated at the center of the temple, connected to the Leviathan by streams of living light.

She felt its pain as the Crown’s fangs tore into ancient flesh.

She felt its fury as it fought back.

And she gave it her will—her rage, her sorrow, her stubborn defiance.

Together, they would not yield.

Not to history.

Not to gods.

Not to oblivion.

POV 11: Unknown Entity – Watching

Far beyond the battle, in another trench even deeper than this, an eye opened.

It watched.

It calculated.

It waited.

Because if the Leviathan and the Crown destroyed each other…

The real feast would begin.