Let's Train Heroine

Chapter 85: 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.

For centuries, the Leviathan had slept, its hunger and rage simmering beneath the surface. But now, something had called to it, a presence so pure and radiant that it pierced through the darkness of its prison and reached the very core of its being. This presence was Maris, the saint, whose divine energy had unknowingly awakened him.

The Leviathan's consciousness stirred, the fog of its long slumber lifting as it became aware of the world above. The creature's senses, dulled by centuries of isolation, sharpened as it focused on the source of the light.

It was not the first time it had sensed such purity—during its reign of terror, many saints and holy warriors had tried to seal it away, only to be devoured by its insatiable hunger. But this presence was different, stronger, more potent. It was a light that the Leviathan could not ignore.

With a rumble that shook the ocean floor, the Leviathan began to move. Its massive body, coiled around the jagged rocks of the trench, unfurled as it prepared to ascend. The water around it churned violently, creating whirlpools that spiraled into the darkness. The Leviathan's hunger surged, a deep, gnawing need to consume the light and extinguish its radiance forever.

As it began its ascent, the Leviathan's mind was filled with dark anticipation. It envisioned the saint's terror as it dragged her down into the abyss, her light dimming as it feasted on her essence. The thought filled the beast with a twisted satisfaction, fueling its determination to reach the surface.

But as the Leviathan rose, it suddenly sensed another presence, one that was unfamiliar yet equally powerful. The ocean trembled as this new force descended towards it, moving with purpose and intent. The Leviathan paused, its massive eyes narrowing as it tried to gauge the strength of this intruder.

It was Lucan.

Lucan, sensing the Leviathan's awakening, had made his way to the depths, leaving Maris safely on the distant island. As he descended, his eyes locked onto the massive silhouette of the Leviathan, his heart steady and his resolve firm. The Pride Ring on his finger began to glow, its energy amplifying his strength with each passing second. He had come here to see how powerful he was.

The Leviathan, sensing the power radiating from Lucan, growled low in its throat.

Lucan, suspended in the dark blue expanse, observed the Leviathan with calm determination. The creature's size was daunting, its presence overwhelming, but Lucan was undeterred. He clenched his fist, feeling the energy of the Pride Ring surge through him, filling him with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"You've sensed her, haven't you?" Lucan's voice cut through the water, carried by a ripple of his energy. "But if you think you can touch her, you'll have to go through me first."

Leviathan was also boss character in the game. The Leviathan was one of strongest being the game but sealed away for centuries, the strength should be dropped to Kingdom Class.

The Leviathan responded with a roar that shook the ocean, its jaws opening wide to swallow Lucan whole. The water around them surged, creating a powerful current that threatened to drag Lucan into the beast's maw. But Lucan was ready. With a burst of speed, he darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the creature's deadly bite.

The battle had begun.

Lucan's movements were fluid and precise, his agility a stark contrast to the Leviathan's brute force. He struck out with his fists, each blow creating shockwaves that rippled through the water, battering the Leviathan's scaled hide.

The creature retaliated with sweeping strikes of its tail and snapping jaws, each attack carrying enough force to crush a ship, but Lucan evaded them with practiced ease.

As the battle raged on, the ocean's surface above was in turmoil. Tsunamis began to form, massive waves crashing in all directions, far from the island where Maris waited. The sky darkened, as if in response to the monumental clash occurring in the deep. The Leviathan lashed out with its claws, aiming to crush Lucan with its overwhelming strength.

Lucan countered with a series of rapid punches, each one infused with the energy of the Pride Ring, driving the Leviathan back with a force that even the ancient beast could not ignore.

Despite its immense power and size, the Leviathan found itself struggling against Lucan's relentless assault. The beast, once so confident in its strength, began to feel the stirrings of doubt. It had never encountered such resistance, such power in a mere mortal. For the first time in its long existence, the Leviathan felt something it had never known before—fear.

This fear wasn't because Lucan was strong, the fear came from Pride Ring.

Lucan's aura began to shift, growing more intense as the battle wore on. The Pride Ring's glow brightened, its energy resonating with Lucan's own will, pushing him beyond his limits. He could feel the Leviathan's fear, its hesitation, and he knew the time had come to end this fight.

Drawing upon all the power within him, Lucan prepared for a final, decisive strike. He focused all his energy into a single point, his fist glowing with an intensity that made the water around him shimmer. The ocean seemed to hold its breath as Lucan unleashed his attack, the force of his punch so immense that it sent a shockwave tearing through the water, vaporizing everything in its path.

The Leviathan's massive body was flung backward, its scales shattered and its form broken. The once-mighty creature, feared by all, was now a lifeless husk, sinking slowly back into the abyss that had been its prison for so long. The force of Lucan's punch had been so overwhelming that it had created a vacuum in the ocean, a void where the water had momentarily disappeared.

As the water rushed back in to fill the void, the battle was over. Lucan hovered in the aftermath, the ocean slowly returning to its natural state. He looked at his hand, feeling the residual energy of the Pride Ring coursing through him. The fight had shown him the extent of his power, a power that could destroy entire kingdoms if he so desired.

"So, if i fight I'm also Kingdom Class," Lucan thought.

With a deep breath, Lucan began to ascend, the dark waters parting before him as he made his way back to the surface.