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... es crashed in every direction—not wild, not chaotic... but intentional. As if something had commanded the sea to rise.
And something had.
From the southern trench, Lyrielle stood atop a platform of living coral, her long silver hair dancing with the current. She raised her arm, her eyes glowing with the hymn of the Deep Choir.
Behind her, the sea itself began to hum.
Thousands of sirens emerged from the depths—some beautiful, some monstrous. Their voices weaved th ...
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