"...You reached the limit," Lloyd whispered, his own voice heavy with a weariness he rarely allowed himself to show.
Around them, the nihilistic whale kept moving, but its swimming was erratic, heavy. Lloyd's attack hadn't killed it, but it had left something within it that should have been impossible.
A crack. A real scar on a fictional being.
Lloyd saw it. His Leviathan Pupil locked onto that luminous fissure running down the beast's back. The whale was no longer an absolute nothingness; now it had a defined weakness. And in the Ocean of Mist, a weakness was all Lloyd needed to finish the job.
