POV 1: SOLOMON KANE – TANZANIAN SHORELINE, GROUND ZERO

The air reeked of salt and ozone.

Solomon Kane crouched low behind the rusted hull of a half-sunken freighter, his rifle trained on the blackening waves. His knuckles were white around the grip. Beside him, the ground trembled with every pulse—an unnatural thrum from the depths, like the heartbeat of the Earth gone mad.

It had risen.

The Leviathan.

He had seen its shadow breach the deep. A sinuous shape longer than a skyscraper was tall, coated in obsidian scales that shimmered like wet stone. It hadn’t spoken. It hadn’t screamed.

It had moved—and the world had screamed for it.

A guttural roar boomed across the shoreline. Flocks of seabirds scattered into the stormlit sky. Solomon lifted his headset.

“Jamie,” he said hoarsely. “It’s here.”

In his ear, static broke, followed by Jamie Lancaster’s urgent voice from the Seychelles lab.

“We see it. Readings are spiking off the charts. Seismic activity in a 300-kilometer radius. Solomon, it's not intelligent—not like us. It’s responding to motion, heat, sound. Pure instinct. If it sees you—”

“I know,” Solomon said, slipping behind a shattered concrete pillar. “I’m not planning on singing to it.”

Across the shoreline, the ocean bulged like a living thing. A massive ridge of glistening scale rose above the waterline. Spines as long as telegraph poles pierced the sky. A blunt, horned head broke through next—its eyes wide and moon-pale, scanning the world it had once ruled.

Solomon whispered under his breath. “It doesn’t remember us… but we woke it up.”

And now it was angry.

POV 2: ASHA OKONKWO – COMMAND DECK, INS VIKRANT

The carrier groaned under shifting waves as Commander Asha Okonkwo stormed into the CIC.

“Status!” she barked.

“Target is confirmed,” her XO replied, tapping the holotable. “Entity designation: Leviathan. Emerging at coordinates 6.8° S, 39.2° E—Tanzanian coast. Size estimates exceed 300 meters. Subdermal density... impossible.”

Asha’s eyes narrowed at the flickering red silhouette on-screen.

“Weapons?”

“Conventional arms would irritate it at best,” Jamie patched in. “Think of it like a living tectonic plate with a brainstem. This isn’t a battle—it’s a containment scenario.”

Asha cursed. “We need allies. Where’s Dyana?”

“Her fleet is repositioning off Madagascar. Holding neutral.”

“And Vaelin?”

“Already moving. She’s sending her Vanguard from the Andes.”

Asha’s jaw tensed. “She’ll be late. We don’t have hours.”

Then the lights flickered.

The Leviathan had breached the surface again. Tremors reached the Vikrant even from hundreds of kilometers away.

“Commander,” said one of the young crewmen, “what do we do if it comes toward us?”

Asha didn't blink.

“We hold the line.”

POV 3: DYANA – HIGH ORBIT, EASTERN AFRICAN SKYSPACE

Dyana paced the Sky-Crown’s primary observatory, the Earth sprawling out beneath her. From orbit, the Leviathan looked like a scar moving through the sea, dragging heat and pressure in its wake. Lightning licked the clouds overhead. Magic in the air felt wrong.

“Mael’dra,” she said, turning to her aide. “Begin channel calibration. Prepare Lunar Resonance Cascade.”

Mael’dra looked concerned. “You intend to provoke it?”

“No,” Dyana answered. “I intend to warn it.”

The Core of Mary's Moonlit Shrine had destabilized Earth’s magical ecosystem. Dyana could feel it—like sour notes in a perfect symphony. She tapped into the Lunar Fields gently, sending a ripple of ancient Elven song across the planet's ley lines.

But instead of harmonizing, something struck back.

A vision flooded her mind—a primal roar, black wings, scales cracking mountains.

Dyana gasped, staggering.

“It felt me,” she whispered. “It doesn’t want understanding. It wants to hunt.”

POV 4: MARY – ABOARD THE MOONLIT SHRINE

The Moonlight Core shuddered, cracking along its crystalline surface. Mary staggered back, blood running from her nose. The resonance backlash was worse than anything she had anticipated.

“This Core is losing control!” her second-in-command cried. “The Leviathan's aura is disrupting our signal structure!”

Mary bit her lip until it bled. She could still feel the five remaining Ice Worms under her control—but even they were beginning to stir, their patterns becoming erratic.

“Commander Mary! Your command is weakening!”

“No,” she snapped. “Focus the Core—channel deeper. We are Elves. We do not retreat from forgotten beasts!”

But inside her mind, something moved.

It wasn’t words.

It was pressure. Weight. The memory of things dying under teeth and fire.

The Leviathan had heard

her.

And it was swimming toward her.

POV 5: JAMIE LANCASTER – UN DEEP-SEA MONITORING STATION

Jamie stood amid chaos.

“Multiple heat signatures converging,” her assistant shouted. “The Leviathan is moving west—heading for the Moonlit Shrine!”

“Estimated ETA?” Jamie asked.

“Three hours, max!”

Jamie grabbed her emergency tablet and pulled up all the data. The creature moved with the inevitability of a tide. But what terrified her wasn’t just the size or strength.

It was the direction.

“Mary’s artifact is acting like a beacon,” she murmured. “It's drawn to the Lunar frequency. If that Core cracks completely—”

“It’ll send Leviathan into frenzy,” her assistant finished grimly.

Jamie picked up the emergency comms line.

“Get me Commander Asha, Dyana, and Vaelin. Now.”

POV 6: VAELIN THORNE – NEUTRALIST FACTION BASE, ANDES

The screen blinked to life.

Vaelin stood alone in her war chamber, the mountain winds howling beyond the stone balcony. Asha’s face appeared first, then Dyana’s, and finally Jamie’s feed.

“Leviathan’s moving west,” Jamie reported. “Mary’s shrine is in its path. We have a window—barely.”

“Can we stop it?” Asha asked.

“No,” Dyana said flatly. “We can only redirect it.”

Vaelin frowned. “Then I suggest a combined strike—not to destroy, but to herd it. Draw it back to the trench. Back to slumber.”

Jamie nodded. “Heat. Sound. Magic. We coordinate a resonance overload—like a whale call. Confuse it.”

“It will take all of us,” Vaelin said. “Even Mary—”

“She brought this,” Asha snapped.

“Perhaps,” Vaelin replied. “But the Earth doesn’t care who is guilty. It only cares who survives.”

They all fell silent.

Then Dyana spoke.

“I will mobilize my aerial mages.”

“I’ll send the Neutralist Deepcallers,” Vaelin added.

“And I’ll keep Leviathan occupied,” Asha said grimly.

Jamie took a shaky breath.

“This isn’t war anymore,” she said softly. “This is primal diplomacy. And the Leviathan doesn’t speak. It devours.”

POV 7: THE LEVIATHAN – TANZANIAN SHORELINE

It did not know names.

It did not know war, or peace, or politics.

It only knew hunger.

The world had changed. The skies no longer smelled of smoke and ash. The winds no longer carried the songs of ancient prey. But it remembered rhythms—the beat of lunar pulses, the echoes of old gods that once danced above it.

And now, the song had returned.

False. Broken.

It enraged the beast.

Its tail cracked through coral reefs, sending shockwaves through the seabed. Mountains under the sea shifted. Whales fled. Magic bled into water like ink.

It moved.

West.

Toward the call.

Toward the challenger.

EPILOGUE: OPERATION LEVIATHAN PROTOCOL – INITIATED

* Location: Tanzanian coastline. Leviathan heading west at 40 knots underwater.

* Mary’s Shrine: Critical location. Artifact unstable. Possible implosion risk.

* UN Command: Operation Leviathan Protocol approved.

* Dyana: Aerial mage battalions en route.

* Vaelin: Deepcallers deploying sonar and resonance mines.

* Asha: INS Vikrant remains primary surface anchor. Direct engagement prohibited unless provoked.

* Jamie: Designated science coordinator. Oversees global magical feedback thresholds.

As the world’s factions set aside their hatred to face the beast of old, one truth echoed louder than any comm signal:

Earth was never tamed. It merely slept.

And now, it awakens.