10 ~ the wards of the leviathan

Two words best describe me, fearless and foolish....

 Looking at the situation, with a brewing demise at hand there is nothing to lose. If I die, I die with grace.

 With no more room to go about, I urged Chase to halt and the both of us to face the serpentine dragon. I could see the gleam in his eyes, but I did not waver in my resolution. So brief and fleeting is my sojourn in this otherworldly Ophir. I closed my eyes as I breathed my last gasp of air. At the back of my mind, I urged a call for help hoping that it will transcend to anyone who is a match of the Bakunawa. I don't want my life and my story to end just yet. Somebody... Please...

 I could feel death about to clench me at his grasp when I heard a resounding blast from where we stood. And I thought that was the end of my life... But when I opened my eyes, I was stunned and beyond any words relieved. 

 In a striking entrance, crystalline entities begin to rise from the ground to take the shape of diaphanous naiads. Crystals jut out from their translucent bodies reflecting whatever light that comes their way. If there were angels, they must be the same and are one.

 They were quickly able to get to their bearing and position themselves for an attack. One of them signalled that both me and Chase stand back as flashes of light ensued thereafter. They must be the wards of the Leviathan...

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