HIS REJECTED GODDESS
I was thrown onto my back, sliding across the wet cobblestones, my heavy coat shielding my skin from the scalding mist.
Beside the steam grate, Elara held her ground. Her boots were braced, her dark hair plastered to her face by the sheer humidity. The iron staff in her hands was glowing a dangerous, brilliant white, acting as the conduit between the city's magma anchor and the submerged seawall.
Out in the bay, the Leviathan was trapped in the cauldron.
The creature was built to withstand the crushing, absolute zero pressure of the deep ocean trenches. It was entirely unprepared for a localized, two-hundred-degree thermal detonation.
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