Deviant: No Longer Human

"Oh my god! It's coming down on us!"

"Is this doomsday?"

"Hold on, everyone!"

In the midst of the frantic cries, Wang Xiao, in the throes of his escape, caught sight of the colossal shadow. His steps halted, and he muttered in stunned disbelief, "What the hell is that...?"

Crew members clung desperately to railings, eyes wide with terror, as the once-majestic whale, now a looming threat, descended ominously toward them.

Booooom!

The ship shook in the wake of the colossal impact, the creature crashing into the sea, unleashing waves that surged in all directions.

Panic seized the crew as the vessel rocked violently, teetering on the precipice of disaster. The Captain's urgent voice pierced through the chaos, "Mayday! Mayday! We're going down!"

The once-tranquil night morphed into a tumultuous nightmare as the cargo ship confronted the unpredictable fury of the awakened giant beneath the waves.

In the unfolding chaos,

Wang Xiao felt the ship tilt, the creature looming directly over it, transforming everyone at the front into a bloody mess. He slid, narrowly escaping the carnage as he struck the edge of the ship, shielded by his position at the rear.

Sirens blared, casting an eerie crimson glow across the ship as the whale's colossal body convulsed once more.

It leaped back into the water, leaving a monstrous wave in its wake, propelling the ship forward like an unstoppable tsunami.

The vessel now became a pawn in the merciless dance between the sea and the awakened ancient monster.

!?

The last vision that imprinted on Wang Xiao's consciousness was a colossal tsunami wave, a watery giant ready to engulf him, before darkness descended once more.

On the coast of the Frostholm nation, guards eagerly anticipating the ship's arrival found themselves paralyzed with shock. All they witnessed was an ominous shadow shrouding the vessel, and then it began to sink.

"W-What happened all of a sudden?" They sat in the watchtowers, exposed to the biting cold, disbelief evident in their wide eyes. Goggles were hastily removed, as if hoping to confirm the harsh reality.

"The ship!"

"The ship is sinking!"

"Dispatch the coastguards, quickly!"

As the alarm spread, the urgency echoed through the watchtower. One guard, squinting against the bitter wind, exclaimed, "I've never seen anything like this. It's like a nightmare come to life!"

Another, gripping the edge of the tower, added, "Look at that wave! It's as if the sea itself is angry."

Meanwhile, within the military command center, a commander barked orders, "Close the perimeter! We need to contain the situation. Deploy every available unit to assist the coastguards."

On the small boats racing towards the disaster site, the chatter was a mix of concern and determination.

"Ready the lifeboats! We need to rescue as many as we can!"

"I hope there are survivors. This is going to be a challenging rescue mission."

Back at the watchtowers, a guard muttered to himself, "This doesn't make sense. What could cause a ship to sink like that?"

As the coastguards approached the sinking vessel, the urgency magnified.

"Prepare for rescue operations! Keep an eye out for any survivors in the water!"

"It's a tragedy, but we have a duty to save lives. Let's do everything we can."

The once-anticipated arrival of the ship had transformed into a scene of urgency and uncertainty, prompting a coordinated effort to understand the aftermath of the mysterious encounter at sea.

As the military perimeter tightened, a high-ranking official, observing the unfolding chaos from a command center, ordered, "Close off the area. We can't let the news leak to the civillians!"

Amidst the ban on approaching the coast, a small protest unfolded against the foreign military that had allegedly occupied their home country under the guise of providing security.

The situation appeared suspicious, and the natives of Frostholm took to the streets, voicing their discontent.

However, their efforts were overshadowed by the stark reality that their country, with its small population, stood little chance against the might of the world's strongest military.

Witnesses to the scene, unable to challenge the occupying force, turned to prayer as a sense of impending doom settled over the land.

The headlines echoed the unrest, and rumors of a colossal creature, resurrected from ancient legends, began to circulate.

The murmurs of this creature being the harbinger of civilization's end spread like wildfire, instilling unease even in the bravest souls.

The rescue operations, upon reaching the wreckage, were met with a horrifying sight—the water above the sunken ship stained red.

Almost everyone on board had perished, and among the lifeless, Joseph's torn body floated, a haunting scenery that left the cause of death shrouded in mystery.

It seemed as though some unknown entity had ruthlessly torn him apart, leaving no chance of survival.

But the whale was too big to be a culprit?

So what was the real cause?

"Idiots, get away from here!!!"

As Cain's eyes shot open, he found himself with severed legs, bloodshot eyes instantly blazing with urgency.

The doctors on the smaller vessels were bewildered, small shadows beginning to float on the surface.

"!?"

"Towards the coast, quick!!!!" Cain yelled once more, desperation overriding the pain from his severed legs.

"Sir, what happened? Can you explain?" a soldier attempted reason, but Cain extended his hands, catching the soldier's collar. "Get us away from here! Right now!" His eyes bore into the soldier with a ruthless glint, beneath which lurked the fear consuming him.

Whatever Cain had witnessed in those moments would undoubtedly haunt him for ages to come. The soldier, still trembling in fear, nodded, conveying the urgency of the situation to the captain, who immediately set the course towards the coast.

As they retreated, eerie squealing noises emanated from the oceans, and crimson-painted beasts emerged, their voices echoing like cruel laughter, sending shivers through everyone present.

"Is ... Is that a dolphin!?" Someone questioned, recognizing the group of creatures.

"It's not! A dolphin doesn't eat live humans!" Cain yelled, urgency in his voice, urging them to sail faster.

"Eat live humans!?"

A collective gasp of fear echoed as the grim reality sank in. The sea was teeming with monstrous entities, a discovery too nightmarish to fully comprehend. The unison gasp was followed by a unanimous decision—they had to escape this hellish nightmare, abandoning all rescue operations, as the general was already secured.