Then the ocean exploded.
An enormous pillar of seawater erupted hundreds of feet into the sky as something unimaginably massive forced its way out from the depths of the Pacific Ocean.
The violent eruption sent walls of seawater crashing against the warship with enough force to make the one-hundred-thousand-ton vessel groan beneath the impact.
Waves surged in every direction while the calm evening sea transformed into a raging battlefield. It no longer looked as though something had merely surfaced.
It felt as though the ocean itself had been torn apart to allow an ancient existence to awaken.
Captain Hayes stared through the bridge windows, his breathing stopping completely as the silhouette continued rising higher and higher.
At first he could only make out darkness, but then two enormous eyes slowly opened within that darkness. They burned with blazing golden light, their pupils narrowing as they silently locked onto the warship.
