As the uncomfortable twisting sensation gradually dissipated, the dark vision slowly became clear. The dim light illuminated the outlines of their figures; they stood together at the end of the corridor, in front of the tightly closed door.
A vague snoring sound came from beyond the door, sounding thunderous, as if a giant was sleeping there.
"Leviathan."
A raspy, shrill voice rang out. Beside him, Sai Zong gazed at the figure shrouded in shadow.
At this moment, Leviathan had not only removed his helmet but had also shed his heavy spacesuit. His figure appeared thin and emaciated, surrounded by small schools of fish, as if pitch-black tar clung to him, boiling. His face was completely enveloped by black particles, like a constantly changing darkness.
Within this transformation, countless faces seemed to overlap upon it.
"Sai Zong."
Leviathan slightly lowered his head and bowed to Sai Zong, holding great respect for this battle-scarred and utterly loyal Chosen One before him.
