The leviathan grinned, her voice growing affectionate. "But you can call me aunt. Now, ask away, child. Why did you seek me—what do you need?"
As the words echoed over the rumbling typhoons connecting the sea and the heavens, the cleaver roared inside Adam's soul.
"Don't answer her. Flee! Flee, you fool!" The river of liquid fire crackled into a hulking demon.
Flames swirled in green as he smashed his fist, cracking the ground and vaporising demonic plants and trees that just ruptured through the scorched earth.
"If she can extract a magus curse from your soul, she can also scan it and your body. She knows about my presence, your mythical physique, and things even you have no idea about."
Adam didn't answer. He didn't hear the warnings. Instead, he locked eyes with the leviathan. It was the first time he had seen a living being with the same sky-blue pupils as him. The progenitor of magic... She surely also shared his affinity for mana in all its forms and elements.
