30th December, 2031 — Transatlantic Ocean
The sky tore open.
CRAAACK!
A jagged rift formed mid-ocean above the Atlantic waters—black lightning dancing along its edges, the space itself vibrating like it was suffocating.
Out from within the rift, hands emerged. Not human.
Each one as large as a man's torso, dark brown, cracked, and filled with scars, as if they had been crawling through hell for millennia. Their fingers gripped the edges of the tear, pulling it wider.
And then—
THOOOOOM!
The ocean below rumbled—a low growl that echoed across continents.
Something rose from the depths.
A massive leviathan, its silhouette stretching hundreds of meters wide, surfaced with a wave so large it could've drowned islands. Its mouth opened slowly, revealing a glowing blue vortex inside its throat.
BOOOOOOM!
A searing beam of aether energy shot out.
WOOOOOOSH!
The entire sky above turned white.
