Revives from impalement

My scream choked off.

Pain bloomed across my chest.

Blood splattered over the ground, mingling with the sea water and forming swirling patterns of pink and red.

Five searing lances stabbed through my chest and stomach, my lungs, my heart. Leviathan’s claws were plunged there, tearing through my impenetrable skin with ease. Godhand had offered no more protection against him than wet tissue.

There was no nose or mouth on the beast’s face. No brow. No facial muscles to contort into fury or agony. To look upon him was to see only the smooth, dispassionate face of a monster that didn’t care and killed without hesitation or worry.


As the edges of my vision began to blacken and Leviathan lifted me up and off the ground, still skewered, I stared into those unblinking eyes, and my field of view shrank until those dully glowing orbs were all I could see. Perfect spheres of light that looked upon me, unfeeling and unmoved, like the gaze of pitiless god.

[No more remorse…than Hera.​]

He’d killed me. Just as easily, just as callously as he’d killed Lisa.

You…

“Apocrypha deceased —”

My lips pulled back into a snarl.

Bastard!

“▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!”

Blood and spittle flew from my lips as life and energy returned to my limbs, and I took hold of his wrist with both of my massive, muscled hands, squeezing until even the deepest, sturdiest layers of his arm began to strain and fracture.