"They are bringing him out,"
Krave whispered, her dark eyes reflecting the chaotic magma-light of the caldera.
The ancient kraken wasn't looking at the massive, suspended obsidian cooking platforms in the center of the volcano. She was staring downward, into the absolute bottom of the trench where the caldera fractured into the deeper earth.
A shadow was rising.
It was a creature of such unfathomable scale that its mere upward momentum displaced enough water to create a localized, swirling vortex in the center of the city. The Blind Leviathan did not swim; it simply willed itself to ascend, and the ocean obediently moved out of its way.
