"We are not running anymore," Arkan said, his voice a low rumble, echoing through the Leviathan Hunter’s vast internal systems, through Sector 4, through the very ocean itself. "We are going to the mainland. We are going to dismantle Project Omega. We are going to destroy them in their own home." He looked at the endless horizon, towards the distant land, towards Neo-Eden, where his father waited. "The hunt begins."
The colossal Leviathan Hunter, now Arkan's own, cut through the churning waves with a silent, menacing grace. Its obsidian hull, once a symbol of PMC oppression, became a dark, defiant spear aimed at the heart of their enemy. Days blurred into a focused campaign of planning and preparation as the bio-mechanical warship, guided by Arkan’s integrated consciousness, steamed towar
