**Script** From the depths of the darkest trench in the ocean, something stirred. It was a creature that had slept for millennia, its heartbeat echoing like distant thunder beneath the waves. The ancients had warned of its return—tales lost in time that brushed the edges of myths. As the tides grew violent and the skies wept, the moment arrived. Suddenly, there it was—a mountain of flesh and rage, covered in barnacles and ghosts of battles fought long ago. With every step, the oceans boiled, and ships crumbled like paper caught in a storm. The world trembled as this titan emerged from the dark, its eyes glowing like suns, locking onto the shore with a fierce purpose. Cities stood frozen, breaths held in shared horror, feeling the weight of despair. This was not just a creature; this was vengeance, a reckoning that the world had long forgotten. There was nowhere left to run, and the sea had given birth to its destroyer. As it advanced, the undeniable truth loomed—the end was here.