Book One – Chapter 6

High above, the colossal construct of compressed shards grew into a solid disc of energy, a blade conjured to cleave through mountains.

Somewhere within Yves, a frail flicker of hope clung desperately, the maddening anticipation that the unfolding struggle must be more than mere consumption — a clash of titanic forces rather than the one-sided devouring of the cliff behemoth. The world harboured entities endowed with unimaginable capabilities, and Yves yearned for the unforeseen, for an unexpected twist to wrench the course of this ominous encounter.

Yet, what manifested was a relentless black terror, ever-growing as it engulfed the cliff monstrosity. The struggle skewed towards a horrifying one-sidedness, witnessed in the creature’s transition from chaotic frenzy to steered, enforced movements. The wildly thrashing tendrils now moved with purpose, weaving a deliberate path toward Yves. Once concealed in the depths, the colossal malevolence dragged itself across the terrain, tearing the earth as it advanced and ever more emerged, leaving a wake of destruction. Giant rock masses, entire ledges of the cliff, collapsed as the creature pulled itself inland, rending and smashing all that had once been coastline. Water surged in, torrents carrying waves that flooded the broken formations and threw themselves against the creature’s massive, misshapen bulges.

Yves knew that if the Vicha reached the sea, it would devour any ocean beast it touched, perpetuating its insatiable growth. Creatures had fled in the behemoth’s wake, even those dwelling at a considerable distance, in the various craters surrounding Yves. Yet, the pull of the flood could force sea creatures right into the giant maws of the behemoth or simply cast them against the monstrous body, where the Vicha would consume them upon touch.