In the murky depths of the ocean, a mysterious figure lay hidden. Its sleek, bipedal form defied easy measurement, huddled in a protective ball. The currents around it stirred, a low rumble echoing through the water. Then, as if responding to some ancient call, the creature's eyes snapped open.
The ocean's surface churned, storms gathering strength. The figure emerged, rising from the abyss. Towering above the waves, its massive frame pushed upward, revealing its torso and head. From the distant shores, alarmed sirens wailed, warning the populace of impending danger.
As the creature ascended, water clung to its body, forming an otherworldly armor. Serpentine tendrils sprouted from its form, lashing out like a newborn's cries.
The enigmatic creature surged forward, water parting in its wake. The waves swelled, gaining strength as they rushed ahead. Its serpentine tendrils lashed out, smacking aside pesky human machinery that had the misfortune of crossing its path. With each passing moment, its speed increased, a force of nature in motion.
Above, the storm raged, pelting the surface with relentless rain. The creature's massive form pressed onward, eyes scanning the horizon. And there, approaching, were figures—three of them. A female human flanked by two males. It could be none other than the Triumvirate, a legendary force comprised of the strongest parahumans to ever walk this world.
With urgency driving its every move, the enigmatic creature summoned the very essence of the ocean. Waves merged, coalescing into a colossal tsunami that dwarfed anything in its path. With a final surge, the wave hurtled forward, unstoppable and relentless.
Eidolon, the male on the left of the trio, reacted swiftly. He flew toward the impending disaster, stopping several kilometers from the wave's crest. His vast catalog of abilities offered him choices, but he knew well which power to select for this encounter: Hydrokinetics. It was the same ability he always relied upon when facing creatures like Leviathan.
His hands shot forth, disappearing from human sight and reappearing in front of him. Closing his eyes, Eidolon focused, feeling the connection to the water around him. He willed it to halt, to obey his command. But the creature—now revealed as Leviathan—was beyond his control. With a primal force, Leviathan reasserted dominion over the water, displacing Eidolon's feeble hold.
Without any other option, Eidolon swiftly dodged out of the path of the oncoming wave. Meanwhile, Alexandria and Legend found their abilities useless in this dire situation, and they too had no choice but to evade the impending disaster.
The tsunami struck the city with a force that toppled buildings, leaving destruction in its wake. Lives were lost—how many, no one could say. Those who had ignored the evacuation notices found their existence abruptly cut short. The city itself seemed to weep, its streets submerged in the tears of the fallen and the relentless water sent forth by Leviathan.
Despite the city's fall, the indomitable spirit of the heroes endured. Eidolon, Alexandria, and Legend held the line, delaying Leviathan's inexorable advance. Reinforcements arrived, other heroes joining the desperate battle against the monstrous sea creature.
One by one, heroes fell, their sacrifices etched into the annals of history. But after two grueling days of relentless combat, Leviathan finally withdrew from the city's shores, retreating to its murky depths. The ocean swallowed its wrathful form, and the city could breathe a momentary sigh of relief.
Yet, the victory was bittersweet. The heroes and even some villains who had set aside their differences to aid in the fight celebrated. But the higher powers—the ones who weighed the cost of such battles—did not join in the revelry. Another city lay in ruins, thousands of lives extinguished too soon.
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Leviathan, the second of the Endbringers, made its ominous debut in Oslo, Norway, on June 9th, 1996. The city was left in ruins, its once-thriving capital devastated, and its government plunged into chaos. The aftermath was grim: economic collapse, shattered infrastructure, and a population struggling to survive. Norway found itself teetering on the brink of ruin, with no clear path to effective recovery.
Leviathan's wrath had far-reaching consequences, echoing across the fjords and leaving scars that would take years to heal. The once-proud coastal city lay broken, its people mourning the loss of loved ones and their way of life. But all is not lost for with the help of the PRT and outside funding, there is a path to recovery.
With leviathan's Debut, a shadow fell across the globe—a time of economic collapse and upheaval. Continental trade, once a lifeline for nations, lost its significance. The creature's relentless attacks on coastal cities disrupted shipping routes, leaving trade diminished and economies reeling.
Ships of a certain size became Leviathan's prey, their hulls shattered, and their cargo lost to the depths. The world watched in horror as crime and corruption spread like a contagion. Governments struggled to maintain order; their resources stretched thin.
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Leviathan, though smaller than its sibling Behemoth, still wrought devastating effects upon the cities it deemed worthy of its wrath. As it approached, the urban landscape would be inundated with its macrohydrokinesis—a force that manipulated water on a massive scale.
Storms followed in its wake, their tears pouring down relentlessly. The deluge soaked everything, leaving the city's inhabitants vulnerable to the electric fury of the tempest. Leviathan's call echoed through the streets, and as the water rose, so too did the death toll.
The screams of the doomed went unheard beneath the water's depths, swallowed by the merciless sea. Cities fell, their once-vibrant existence silenced by the primal force of the Endbringer.
Unlike its sibling Behemoth, Leviathan possesses a cunning and calculated approach to its devastation. Its attacks extend beyond mere loss of life—they cripple trade by obliterating coastal cities and render the surrounding regions uninhabitable. The aftermath of a Leviathan assault could span decades, as communities struggle to recover and reclaim land submerged by the relentless waters
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(Inquiry-trajectory)
(accepted)
A rift opened beneath the slumbering form of leviathan, propelling it to an unknown location known only to itself and the behemoth.
The frigid void enveloped leviathan, its icy touch seeping into every scale and sinew. There was no warmth, no solace, only the biting cold that accompanied interdimensional travel.
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Amidst the cozy village, clouds converged, their edges dark and brooding. The sea churned, its waves crashing against the shore, a symphony of elemental forces. Thunder whispered secrets across the horizon, a distant drumbeat echoing through the air.
Above the water's surface, where reality blurred, dimensional energies collided. They danced, twirling and spinning, collapsing and shattering in an intriguing dance. Each rupture sent bursts of raw power rippling through the atmosphere, amplifying the already fierce winds.
And then, colors—vivid, otherworldly—pierced the veil. Their brilliance defied imagination, threatening to blind any who dared to look. These hues, born from the convergence of worlds, expanded like ripples in a pond, tearing through the fabric of space and time itself.
The tear, having stabilized itself with the energies it gathered during its brief existence, emitted another burst. Although weaker than the previous ones, its effects were still noticeable—the winds intensified, chilling the air, and watery waves grew in size. Droplets flew through the blistering winds, creating an eerie spectacle. A typhoon formed around the tear, obscuring it from view, yet its vibrant colors continued to dance within the typhoon's eye.
After several hours, the typhoon subsided, revealing a creature that had emerged from the tear. Standing at a deceptive height of 30 feet, it had a hunched back and a watery figure. Its malevolent yellow eyes surveyed the surroundings. Muscles thickened around the base of its neck, and its thin tail swayed casually in the background. With a barely noticeable swipe of its claws, the waves converged at the creature's body and surged forward.
The unsuspecting village faced its doom
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Leviathan, its surroundings now devoid of life, drowned beneath his waves. His new directive remained shrouded in mystery. He had willingly journeyed to this unfamiliar realm, yet the purpose behind his arrival eluded him. The trivial challenges that now confronted him should have been anticipated; in hindsight, their inevitability was clear. He had forsaken his former purpose, embracing this new path at the urging of his "sibling." Boredom, perhaps, had driven him to abandon the old and embrace the unknown.
As he surveyed the landscape—ocean, land, and sky—through reptilian-like eyes devoid of emotion, one word echoed in his mind: interesting.
Leviathan beheld the scene before him, finding it beautiful—though his standards of beauty might differ from those of others. He couldn't deny the allure of the tranquil waves, their calmness a testament to his own power. Trees swayed gracefully in the wind, and the sun dipped below the horizon after a day's journey. Above, clouds hovered serenely in the sky, while storms receded, their fury quelled once more by his abilities.
The remnants of a city or village lay submerged beneath the water's surface, their rooftops barely visible. Waves lapped gently against the sides of these submerged buildings, casting delicate sprays of water into the backdrop—a poignant addition to the breathtaking view.
Leviathan, lacking a mouth for expression, conveyed his equivalent of a sigh. His shoulders slumped, adding to the hunch of his posture, while his tail sagged, mirroring the weight of his emotions.
The rustling of bushes alerted Leviathan to another presence. Emerging from the foliage, the figure revealed itself—a curious blend of human and something more. Its ears defied the norm; elongated and pointed, they twitched as if attuned to unseen frequencies. Leviathan, with eyes devoid of emotion, regarded the newcomer. His hunched posture carried an air of calm and arrogance, Unable to speak, he waited, anticipating the stranger's words.
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