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The goat’s panicked cries echoed across the crater walls, carried on the cold spring wind. For a long moment, the waters were still—only the lapping of waves against the raft disturbed the silence. The hunters shifted uneasily, knuckles white on their spears.
Then came the surge. A column of water heaved upward, the lake’s surface breaking as the massive head of the Titan fish breached. Scales glistened like cracked stone, and its lidless eyes rolled toward the thrashing bait. The beast lunged, the raft pitching violently as waves rippled outwards.
The hunters hurled their first spears but the throws were rushed, arms stiff from nerves. A few struck the scales with a ringing clink but bounced harmlessly into the lake. Others fell short, swallowed by the tide. The creature barely seemed to notice, fixated on the terrified goat now halfway swallowed in its cavernous maw.
A wash of water crashed against the hunters’ legs, nearly knocking one from the rocks into the lake. The ground shook as the beast’s tail slammed the surface, sending spray high into the air. Farmers watching from the ridge cried out in alarm, clutching each other as the Titan vanished again beneath the lake, leaving only the torn fragments of the raft swirling in its wake.
The hunters were left wet, scattered, and off balance but the beast was roused, its hunger now stirred. The hunt was far from over.
