Athanasios Perseus Apollyon - The Forgotten Tide

Chapter 11: The Battle of the Leviathan and Midgard Serpent

The call to battle was not a gentle one. It tore through the cosmos like a scream, shaking the seas, rattling the mountains, and stirring the very essence of my being. I felt it deep within me, an irresistible pull to confront the ancient beasts that had risen from their slumber. The Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr, and the Leviathan, both horrors of unimaginable power, had awakened and were now wreaking havoc across the seas.

As I stood on the shores of Atlantis, the salty breeze whipping around me, I felt a sense of foreboding. This was not like the other battles I had faced. These were creatures of the old world, whose very existence threatened to tear apart the fabric of reality. They were forces of chaos and destruction, and they were my responsibility to defeat.

Before I set off, I called upon Titanodon and Karathen. In their true forms, they were magnificent and terrifying to behold. Titanodon, the Megalodon, was a colossal predator, his massive body cutting through the water with lethal grace. His teeth, sharp as any blade, glinted in the murky depths, and his eyes, dark and ancient, held the wisdom of countless battles. Karathen, the Kraken, was a nightmare given form. Her tentacles, each as thick as a ship's mast, writhed with barely contained fury, and her massive eyes glowed with a malevolent intelligence. Together, they were my trusted companions, bound to me by bonds forged in blood and battle.

"Are you ready, my friends?" I asked them, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at my insides.

Titanodon responded with a deep, rumbling growl that echoed through the water, a sound that could shake the courage of any foe. Karathen's tentacles curled around me protectively, her way of showing her readiness.

With a nod, I leaped onto Titanodon's back, Karathen beside us, and we dove into the depths. The journey to the battlefield was tense and silent, the only sound the rhythmic thrum of Titanodon's powerful tail propelling us through the water. As we neared our destination, the water grew colder, darker, as if even the ocean itself feared what lay ahead.

The Battle Begins

We surfaced in a storm-tossed sea, the sky dark with clouds that crackled with lightning. The Midgard Serpent was already there, its massive form coiled around a mountain that jutted out of the ocean like a jagged tooth. Its scales were the color of storm clouds, each one the size of a ship, and its eyes glowed with a malevolent yellow light. As it moved, the entire sea seemed to shift with it, its presence warping reality.

Leviathan was no less terrifying. A serpent of the deep, its body was long and sinewy, covered in scales that shimmered like oil on water. It moved with a grace that belied its size, slipping through the water like a shadow. Its eyes, dark and bottomless, held a primal hunger that sent a chill down my spine.

I unsheathed my weapons, the axe of Titanodon and the saber of Karathen, both gleaming with power. The axe was massive, the blade made from Titanodon's tooth, and it radiated a cold, deadly energy. The saber, forged from one of Karathen's tentacles, was a wickedly curved weapon, sharp enough to slice through the toughest of scales. I could feel their power thrumming through me, a steady pulse that matched the rhythm of my heart.

The battle began with a clash of titans. Titanodon surged forward, his massive jaws snapping at the Midgard Serpent's coiled body. The serpent hissed, its mouth opening wide to reveal rows of teeth that dripped with venom. It struck at Titanodon, but the Megalodon was quick, twisting out of the way and countering with a bite that sent scales flying.

Karathen engaged Leviathan, her tentacles wrapping around the serpent's body in a deadly embrace. The two creatures thrashed in the water, each trying to overpower the other. The sea churned with their movements, waves crashing against the mountain and sending spray high into the air.