Nerissa stood frozen in the center of the plaza, surrounded by the remnants of her kingdom. As she gazed at the two figures perched atop the massive head of the Leviathan, her water-dress shimmered with barely contained energy.
Typhon, the man she had loved for seven centuries. He was not only the father of her three hundred children but also the Emperor Consort, with whom she had shared not only her throne but also her dreams of a peaceful ocean kingdom.
And Queen Seris—the woman who had stolen him away. For two centuries, he had chosen her as his lover, during which she bore child after child, convinced they were forging a future together.
Now both of them stood in front of her, corrupted and with the same goal with everyone against her.
"I gave you everything," Nerissa whispered.
Her voice reverberated oddly through the water, causing the entire citadel to tremble. "Seven hundred years, Typhon...! I devoted seven hundred years of my fucking life to you!"
