Chapter 92: Interlude: Leviathan

On the Fields of Perdition stood the Duke of Wrath, Mother of Furies, Mistress of Fifty Legions. The Wrath-Sin herself: Leviathan.

Towering above her army, her baleful wings cast a shadow great enough to block out the already ash-clouded sun as she raised her fist, looming like a mountain from the highest mound of the eternal battlefield. None here could match her sheer size as she rose to almost one hundred measures in a war form that could crush a dragon in its grip.

Above her circled an entire legion of dragon riders, but even they would hear her when she chose to speak.

She couldn't help but notice how her legions shied away from the crater at the edge of the field, which had shattered the magma tunnels and filled with the now-stagnant water of a dozen rainfalls. That mysterious attack had helped her believe her most cherished enemy, Duke Maledict, when he said heaven had a new weapon... Not that she could do so publically.