Heroine Unaware of Lucan's Strength

In the vast, uncharted depths of the ocean, where light dared not venture and the water pressed down with the weight of mountains, something ancient stirred. The Leviathan, a beast of myth and terror, lay dormant in its abyssal prison, entombed by the sea's crushing depths for countless millennia. Its body was a fortress of scaled armor, its eyes two burning coals that flickered with a primal hunger.

The Leviathan was no ordinary monster. Once, it had ruled the seas, feared and worshipped by ancient civilizations who offered it sacrifices to stave off its wrath. It was said that the creature had been created by the gods themselves, a guardian of the deep whose purpose had long since been forgotten. Over time, however, the Leviathan had grown too powerful, too dangerous, even for its creators. It was then that a coalition of deities and mortal heroes had sealed the beast in the deepest trench of the ocean, far from the world of men.