Chapter 437: The Author From the Abyss

**Thelma Zane’s POV** Leviathan’s laugh was soft, almost musical, but the menace behind it was unmistakable. “You’re quite amusing,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “But I’m afraid I must disappoint you. The human world is far too enchanting to leave behind so quickly. I’ve worked too hard to be here. Why would I leave?” I held my ground, fighting the unease threatening to overwhelm me. “You don’t belong here,” I said firmly, keeping my voice steady. “Your presence only brings destruction. You should leave before more lives are lost.” Her eyes sparkled with a strange light, and her lips curled into a grin that sent chills down my spine. “Oh, but who truly belongs anywhere? Do you, perhaps? The abyss is cold and unkind. I’ve grown tired of its monotony. I wasn’t born there, you know. My roots are here, in this world. But when the heart leaves, the home ceases to matter. My heart belongs to this world now. Doesn’t that make it my home?” Her tone shifted, becoming a