"This is Atlantis?" Gael remarked.
It truly felt like staring at the manifestation of childhood wonder, though that colorful glee was quickly washed away—
The sight of a serpentine creature of the depths swimming through the air made his stomach sink. Chunks were removed from its flesh, with its bones exposed while it swam.
"What…is that?" Gael asked quietly, watching through the window.
From the mouth of the serpentine colossus, the remnants of chewed up bodies hung, with blood dripping.
"A leviathan," Matteo answered. "—One that has rejected death, as that whale warned us."
It was the sighting of the undead colossus that the state of the mystical city became clear—crumbled buildings, tiled roads stained in blood, and a hollow atmosphere.
"Damn…It's completely gone to hell," Gael observed before looking at the others. "You two…You can still observe things around me while not manifested, right?"
Florentine folded her arms in thought, "Yeah, kinda. Why?"
