Tentacles beat across Nanaue's flat, empty head as the beast thrashes, the water turning dark with its blood - and the manshark begins to lose himself to his animal nature, to the feeding frenzy. It may be up to Achilles to strike the killing blow, because his aquatic companion is busy severing limbs one by one and taking the time to consume them. The leviathan's cries becoming those of a creature that feels its own death approaching swiftly.

Other sea beasts have caught the scent of blood as well. A small shark - small compared to Nanaue, at least, darts by and catches in its jaws an end of a tentacle discarded by the manshark. Two more arrive, circling the dying leviathan.

Nanaue, for now, is oblivious to their presence, and does not call out to warn his companions.