He looked around. Where was the Lord Ruler? Wasn’t that guy supposed to be super strong or something? Why couldn’t he help safely transport the fish? When he finally found the Secretary of Energy, he was on the other side of the lake, staring at the sky. Heck was he doing?

The Lord Ruler held his hand to the sky and waved it around a bit. His eyes widened slightly and he clenched his fist. The sky groaned and shuddered. Lethe fell like rain and battered Shinra’s head, and everything vacated his mind save for what he saw in that moment:

Three tails breached from the iridescent waters. They writhed and strained against the Hellward Pull. The body of the beast emerged, as dark as the shadow it cast over the desert expanse. Its massive fins were painted a luminescent blue. At last its head surfaced. Rows of blood-red teeth lined its agape jaws, and it darted its eyes to the Lord Ruler.

“I’ve caught something.” The Lord Ruler dragged his hand down, and the beast followed, in spite of its best efforts.

Shinra’s wits returned, and he understood what he was looking at. A Leviathan.

He turned to Sam and grinned. “Think you can kill that thing before it reaches the lake?”

Sam looked at Vergil. How hard could it be?

- Ragnarust Round 2