POV 1: Solomon Kane – Shattered Battlefield

Currents spun in deadly vortexes as the Leviathan and the Drowned Crown clashed. Solomon struggled against the raging water, anchoring himself to a broken pillar jutting from the seafloor. Around him, the battlefield dissolved into madness—ships tossed like toys, spawn creatures flung aside like debris, and bursts of ancient magic igniting the dark.

His comms crackled—barely functional.

"This is Kane!" he barked. "Dyug—Mary—report!"

Only static answered.

Above, the two monsters warred. The Leviathan’s coral-armored bulk crushed into the Drowned Crown’s jagged form, tearing free slabs of blackened flesh. Yet the Crown retaliated with brutal ferocity, latching onto the Leviathan’s flank with serrated tendrils and draining energy in visible streams of sickly green light.

Solomon gritted his teeth. They had no time to marvel at ancient battles. They had to survive.

He kicked off the pillar, propelling himself toward a faint signature—Dyug’s magic flaring against the gloom.

Hold on, Prince. I’m coming.

POV 2: Commander Asha Okonkwo – INS Vikrant Combat Deck

The entire bridge shook as shockwaves from the undersea clash hammered the surface fleet.

"Structural stress rising!" a damage officer shouted.

"Redistribute shield capacitors," Asha Okonkwo ordered coolly, gripping the command console. Her sharp gaze swept the holographic map. The fleet’s formation had splintered into pockets of resistance, desperately dodging falling debris and energy flares.

"Weapons control, status?"

"Railguns operational! Missile systems recharging!"

"Focus fire on the Crown's spawn. Clear the way for the Leviathan."

Outside the windows, destroyers and cruisers volleyed streams of missiles, creating fiery trails that pierced the ocean’s frothing surface.

Every instinct told Asha to pull back—to preserve what forces remained. But retreat meant death. The Crown would devour Earth’s oceans, its cities, its people.

They had to win here.

"This is Commander Okonkwo to all allied vessels," she broadcast on open channels. "Fight with everything you have. Humanity holds the line today—or not at all."

Across the fleet, captains acknowledged, their ships turning back toward the firestorm instead of away.

POV 3: Dyana – Sky-Crown Orbital Platform

Dyana’s fingers dug into the observation railing as she watched the clash unfold.

The Leviathan had awakened stronger than she'd feared—and stronger than she'd dared hope. The Crown, slowed and bleeding ichor into the depths, roared its frustration.

"Surface bombardment is prepared, Your Highness," an aide said tentatively.

Dyana shook her head.

"Not yet. If we fire now, we risk hitting the Leviathan. And if it falls… nothing will stop the Crown."

She paced the length of the command deck, her golden armor glinting under artificial lights. Her mind raced, calculating losses, probabilities, outcomes.

For the first time in her long life, Dyana realized the battlefield was no longer hers to command.

It belonged to titans.

All she could do now was hope that Earth’s champions proved stronger than her worst fears.

POV 4: Mary – Heart Chamber

Pain seared through Mary’s entire being.

Every wound the Leviathan suffered echoed in her soul. She floated, weightless and translucent, a conduit between the creature’s will and her own dwindling strength.

I will not fail, she told it.

We will not fail, it rumbled back, ancient and slow.

Together, they directed the Leviathan’s next strike.

With a primal bellow that sent tsunami waves racing across the seafloor, the Leviathan coiled and slammed into the Crown’s core mass. Shards of black armor flew outward like shrapnel. A huge gash opened along the Crown’s side, spilling dark energy into the abyss.

For the first time, the Drowned Crown recoiled.

POV 5: Solomon Kane – Rescue

Solomon found Dyug pinned under rubble—blood swirling from a nasty gash across his forehead. The Prince’s breathing was ragged, but alive.

"Come on, Your Highness," Solomon muttered, grabbing Dyug under the arms.

The ground shook again—another pulse of titanic energy.

"No time," Solomon said. He triggered the rescue beacon on his belt. A small, autonomous drone zipped to their position, extending a shield bubble around them.

"You awake enough to fight?" Solomon asked, half-dragging Dyug toward safety.

Dyug’s eyes fluttered open, burning with stubborn light. He coughed once, spat out blood, then managed a feral grin.

"Always," Dyug rasped.

They had survived the initial clash.

Now they had to finish the war.

POV 6: Asha Okonkwo – INS Vikrant Bridge

"Enemy command entity destabilizing!" shouted a tech officer.

Asha leaned forward sharply.

On the tactical feed, they watched the Drowned Crown stagger under the Leviathan’s relentless assault. The corrupted spawn faltered, their coordinated attacks breaking apart into disorganized frenzies.

"This is our chance," Asha said. "Launch full barrage—now!"

Outside, missiles roared from every launch tube, saturating the water with destruction. Depth charges detonated in brilliant clusters. Torpedoes found gaps in the spawn ranks, blasting apart the monstrous tide.

Asha’s knuckles turned white on the console.

Come on, Mary. Finish it.

POV 7: Dyana – Sky-Crown Platform

New readings flared across Dyana’s displays.

The Drowned Crown was losing cohesion—its energy bleeding out, its mass destabilizing.

But it wasn’t dying quietly.

The Crown’s shriek was felt more than heard—a pulse of despair and hatred that boiled the ocean above it. It lashed out blindly, tendrils smashing against the Leviathan, ripping trenches into the seafloor, striking down ships that strayed too close.

One Australian destroyer was split clean in half.

A Japanese sub disappeared in a cloud of imploded steel.

Dyana watched with tight lips.

"Prepare emergency teleport relays," she ordered quietly. "If the Crown falls… something worse may rise from its corpse."

POV 8: Solomon Kane and Dyug – Final Charge

Solomon and Dyug swam through the collapsing battlefield, dodging broken architecture and dying spawn.

"There!" Solomon pointed.

The Crown’s main core—an exposed mass of writhing energy—shuddered, struggling to stay anchored in the mortal plane.

"We hit that," Solomon said. "We end this."

Dyug nodded grimly. "Then we strike together."

He drew his sabers once more. Solomon checked the last magazine in his rifle.

Together, they charged.

Spawn creatures hurled themselves at them, screeching. Dyug spun in lethal arcs, his blades carving a path through flesh and bone. Solomon fired relentlessly, each shot precise and lethal.

They reached the core.

And they unleashed everything.

Dyug plunged both sabers deep into the Crown’s heart. Solomon emptied his rifle, then drew a combat knife and drove it into a pulsing node.

The Crown shuddered.

A sound like the death-cry of a planet split the depths.

And then—

POV 9: Mary – The Final Command

Mary felt the Crown’s core falter.

Now, the Leviathan rumbled.

Channeling the last of her strength, Mary poured herself into the Leviathan’s mind—guiding its final attack.

The ancient titan reared back, tendrils gathering impossible energy.

Then it struck.

A pulse of raw life-force, channeled through the Leviathan’s body, slammed into the Drowned Crown’s wounded core.

The Crown’s structure unraveled.

It didn’t simply die—it was erased, its form dissolving into a cascade of broken magic and blood-black water.

The battlefield fell eerily silent.

The Drowned Crown was no more.

POV 10: Commander Asha Okonkwo – Aftermath

On the INS Vikrant, the silence was deafening.

No new attacks.

No fresh spawn.

Just debris—and the slowly calming sea.

Asha exhaled long and hard.

"We… we did it," a junior officer said, awed.

Asha nodded, a slow, grim smile breaking her usual iron composure.

"Damage reports. Search and rescue priority one. Begin recovery operations. And get me a direct line to UN Command."

Earth had survived.

Barely.

But it had survived.

POV 11: Dyana – Orbit

In the Sky-Crown, Dyana allowed herself a rare, genuine smile.

Perhaps humanity wasn't as fragile as she'd believed.

"Stand down all orbital weapons," she ordered.

Today, Earth's champions had earned their world.

Tomorrow, they would talk of alliances—and reckonings.

But tonight, victory belonged to the mortals.

POV 12: Solomon Kane – Victory’s Cost

Solomon knelt by Mary’s unconscious body within the crumbling Heart Chamber.

Her breathing was shallow but steady. Tendrils of bioluminescent coral curled protectively around her, as if the Leviathan itself guarded its bonded soul.

Dyug approached, still bleeding but upright.

"She did it," Solomon said, voice rough.

"No," Dyug corrected softly, looking at the fallen spawn, the shattered Crown. "We all did."

They stood there in the fading light of the temple, battered but alive.

Earth’s oceans whispered around them.

For now… peace.

But in the cold trenches of the deep sea, something else stirred.

Something that had waited too long in darkness to remain sleeping forever.