"He felt a fear like he had never felt before, but inside him, a fire began to kindle. Rafa thought of his family, the ancestors of the past, and the nation of Neshama. He looked at the end of his spear. It was sharp enough to impale a man through his heart with a simple poke, but a Leviathan's skin was tougher to penetrate than bronze armor. He only had one option: that eye, and it was open."