Earth: Felan

Zar gestured for Felan to enter the temple, but their path was obstructed by an unseen force. Before Felan could voice his confusion, Zar's command was clear: reduce the temple to rubble. In a matter of hours, the once sacred site lay in ruins, yet still, the gateway remained elusive.

Descending from his horse, Zar approached the shattered statue of Zeus, his movements purposeful as he drew a deep gash across his palm. Blood welled from the wound as he retrieved the broken chalice, placing it before the fallen deity before disappearing into the shadows of the cavern.

Felan watched, bewildered by the unfolding events. Though he followed his master's orders dutifully, a sense of unease gnawed at him. Something was different here, something dark and foreboding that defied explanation.

As Zar returned with a makeshift torch, Felan's gaze followed the flickering light, momentarily illuminating the cavern's depths. Even amidst the dancing flames, the darkness seemed to linger, swallowing everything in its path.

"You lack what I possess," Zar's voice echoed through the chamber, each word heavy with meaning as he passed the torch to Felan.

With trembling hands, Felan accepted the torch, its feeble glow offering little solace in the oppressive darkness. Despite the torchlight, their surroundings remained shrouded in obscurity, as if the very shadows conspired to conceal their secrets.

The clamor of their footsteps reverberated through the cavern, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that enveloped them. Soldiers whispered of unseen horrors lurking in the shadows, their nerves frayed by the oppressive atmosphere.

"Sire, the men are seeing things," a soldier reported, his voice trembling with fear.

Zar's response was swift and uncompromising, his gaze unwavering as he admonished them for straying from his chosen path. In the depths of the cavern, illusions danced and twisted, luring the unwary into the abyss.

Felan ordered the troops to maintain a tight formation, their shields locked together in a shield wall that offered both protection and unity. Each step forward was a battle against the encroaching darkness, their progress hindered by unseen obstacles and whispered temptations.

Zar's demeanor grew increasingly tense as they pressed onward, his senses attuned to the hidden dangers that lurked in the shadows. With each passing moment, the weight of their mission bore down upon them, a palpable presence that threatened to consume them whole.

"Leviathan," Zar's voice was a low growl, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. The name echoed through the cavern, a testament to the ancient terror that lay in wait. As they ventured deeper into the abyss, the true extent of their peril became painfully clear, and Felan could only pray that they would emerge unscathed from the darkness that surrounded them.

"General?", asked Felan.

He looked towards Felan with a smirk on his face, "It knew I'm here."

"Who?"

"Leviathon! Waiting to be tamed."

"Leviathon?", Felan had heard this name in folk lores but he never thought it was real. The serpent protector of the curses. Curses which can't be hidden in heaven and hence were hidden among humans but gods called this creature to protect them, to protect humans from corrupting themselves to make sure those demonic powers aren't within their reach but humans have always shown great potential to defy gods and it seems they were going to do it again.