"For the first and last time, I'm not your son!"
Belphegor shot across the land at full speed, his expression twisted in irritation as he fled. Behind him, Leviathan gave chase with unrelenting enthusiasm, her laughter echoing through the air. Despite the fact that Belphegor was using everything at his disposal to escape, she kept up effortlessly, relying purely on overwhelming physical strength rather than any complex technique.
"Don't be so shy. Come to Mama!" Leviathan called out cheerfully, her voice carrying a strange warmth that clashed entirely with the sheer force she radiated.
Before Belphegor could create any distance, she accelerated even further, closing the gap in an instant. With a powerful leap, she tackled him to the ground, the impact sending a shockwave rippling across the terrain.
"How was our game of tag?" she asked brightly, as if nothing about the situation was unusual.
