Leviathan Collective
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ - "๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐"
๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ง๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฐ๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ, ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ ๐ช๐๐ค๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ฉ๐ข ๐๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ก ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ก ๐ฑ๐๐ฏ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ. ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ฉ๐ข ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐ข ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ข๐ก ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ณ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฐ, ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ก๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ข๐ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ซ, ๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ช๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ, ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฑ.
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Grace read the passage, it seemed easy enough, or so she thought, "Recite the incantation Spherae." She muttered slowly. She focused on the space just above her outstretched palm, imagining a small, protective sphere. "ึึษฆษสวษ" She recited, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. She half-expected something dramatic to happen, but there was nothing. No glow, no bubble, just the echoing of her own voice in the vast and empty dining room.