Now finished with his offering, Ronin lets himself sink down into the sea bed and lifts a fin as if to gesture for Hadama to leave his own gift for the gods, if he's so inclined. The sea creature in the Sea of Glass receives a pulse of almost bloodthirsty amusement, because as jovial as Ronin might be in his personality, he's also a giant leviathan, and that comes with its own set of instincts.
Prehistoric, he says, because it's the only word he can really think of to describe it. At least as large as I am now. Remi wrestled it as a kraken. It took the tip of a tentacle off, and a couple of fingers in his human body. And that is just another reason why it was now very dead.
Prehistoric, he says, because it's the only word he can really think of to describe it. At least as large as I am now. Remi wrestled it as a kraken. It took the tip of a tentacle off, and a couple of fingers in his human body. And that is just another reason why it was now very dead.
