Sarvest shook his head slowly, replying Dagon's question. "No. I don't believe she's dead. It's more plausible..."
His voice thinned with restrained disbelief. "...that Leviathan is now serving him."
"What?!" Medusa's multicolored serpentine eyes widened, the green snake on her neck tightening slightly. "If that's true, then this is... unbelievably troublesome."
Sarvest let out a light exhale, fingers laced beneath his chin.
"Yes, it is. Deeply. And I find it increasingly exhausting." His tone lacked urgency, as though he were mildly inconvenienced by an insect.
"You people fret too much." Cthulhu chimed in now, lazily twirling a strand of her dark green hair. "Leviathan isn't that impressive. She's barely scratched the crust of real power."
"..."
A few subtle glances passed between the seats.
Their unspoken thoughts? "Well, coming from you..."
