A young leviathan tears through the sea almost faster than you can follow, her coils whipping the water into a froth that normally would deter you, if not for the strange sight of the android riding her back and shouting at you from behind a glowing visor. Avaunt! What harm did we to you?! For an advanced construct, its speech is oddly antiquated. The leviathan halts suddenly and rounds on you, her maw agape with razors. The robot waves in alarm. Come not closer, lest Death should sting you.
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