The delicate equilibrium hinged on a careful dance between light and shadow. Overlord had to ensure he stayed visible to the behemoth but concealed enough to evade its perceptive gaze. It was akin to a celestial ballet; one dancer bathed in the sun's radiant glow while the other was shrouded in the enigmatic cloak of darkness.
Time was Overlord's ally. The colossal black beast, in the throes of its own turbulent emotions, leaped and thrashed in a frenzy. Its roars reverberated through the aquatic expanse, echoing tales of ancient rage. Yet, the Overlord remained unflinching, silently shadowing his colossal prey, always maintaining a cautious distance.
Overlord sensed the opportune moment as the minutes turned into hours, and the behemoth's fury showed no signs of abating. The time had come to inch closer, to bridge the gap between himself and the behemoth.