They were called encroachers, interlopers. They found it an irony. The ones who used those words didn't pause to think of how they had encroached first upon the oceans, until the Leviathan had little choice but to emerge. When they took their first steps on new-made legs the surfacers greeted them with fear. They were few but they were massive, so powerful that they felt strange without the water against the force of their limbs as they moved. The Leviathan were not quick to anger, though. They stood with their feet in the surf and they waited.
More powerful than their bodies was their song.