The sky above was endless, dark as ink, pierced only by jagged streaks of lightning. A man knelt upon an invisible platform suspended in that void, his black armor glinting with an unnatural sheen. The Crown of the Leviathan, forged from black steel and set with a single crimson jewel, rested heavy upon his brow. The dragon-wing pauldrons stretched outward, black as night, red at the edges, like wings of a dying beast.
The Leviathan Carapace, black as obsidian, wrapped his torso, red trim like blood frozen in motion. Talon Gauntlets encased his hands, black claws tipped with spikes of red, the gem in the back of his palms throbbing faintly, as though resonating with the heartbeat of the world. Winged tassets, Fury Greaves, Shadow Mantle—all instruments of war, all remnants of a power long unmatched.
He lowered his gaze, voice low but carrying the weight of eons.
> "My godhood… is over."
Time fractured. The sky became a battlefield. The man now stood in the midst of chaos, black armor still gleaming. Opposite him, a warrior with golden hair moved like sunlight incarnate, every strike precise, every step a challenge. Steel rang against steel. Sparks flew. Blood was shed.
The fight was endless. Every parry, every strike carried the weight of a lifetime. He had killed countless foes, yet every victory brought only the echo of mortality. And then, as he drove the final blow into the blond warrior, the world twisted once more.
When he awoke, centuries had passed. Time had shifted, empires had risen and fallen, and countless lives had flickered out like dying candles. The man opened his eyes in a world unrecognizable, yet familiar in its chaos. Cities of steel and stone replaced mountains and clouds. People moved like ants, oblivious to the wars of gods.
He had died. He had been reborn. Bodies may change, faces may change, eras may pass—but the soul… the soul remained the same. Every memory, every kill, every betrayal, every triumph still whispered inside him.
A smile touched his lips—cold, knowing, and distant.
> "I have killed countless people. I have died and been reborn, and here I am—in a new body, yet the personality remains the same."
Even in this new world, the shadows of the past clung to him. Even in this body, the god of Leviathan still waited, patient, eternal, and unyielding