Leviathan

In the frozen layer of the Frost Moon clan, a lake lies churning into a dangerous whirlpool, its blackened waters stirring from the battle waging within the deep dark depths. A goliath Undertide wages war with the aquatic Sandsurge within, hiding dragons within the pool swim swiftly away from the aftermath as the Undertide strikes quickly, churning up the water and pushing any poor sod into the depths, eager to wrap the Sandsurge that dared enter her territory for the thousandth time again.

"Mussst you bother me, Abyssias, thisssss iss my territory" the undertide hissed as she lunged again to constrict the sea dragon.

Abyssias sneered at the Undertide with confidence seething, eager to rile them up some more "I did not realize it was yours to take, Leviathan~ As these are my waters~"

Leviathan hissed and roared in annoyance and anger "Yours?! YOURS! I have always been superior to you, snake, these are my waters. I care not if you are older, I have always been stronger than you. Your name sullies the strength and beauty of the abyss!"

"You would have to hit me first to show it, fool~" Abyssias taunts back as she disappears into the dark and launches more arcane bolts at the Undertide.

The two Ancients fight with strength beyond that of anyone in the layers of Zyrix, shaking the walls and very foundation of the cave. These fights are a constant as they fight to control the depths of these dark waters, a battle that seems to have no end. Even Zyrix himself dares not mess with the two of them, as much as he loves controlling others, they have a fury even beyond his tastes. Many have attempted, however, these Ancients have been around much longer than any in this cave, some even whisper that they are older than even Zyrix's father. As such, many wish to have even a sliver of the knowledge these dragons contain, however, none have returned to tell the tale, as both of these solitary abyssal dragons only care about their territory, and that none enter it. Leviathan especially, does not tolerate visitors, and his dark midnight colors make it none easier to see him before he strikes. A terror of the deep, the last thing you will ever see is those eery dark yellow eyes that pierce the dark abyss with a grin.