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... tlefield where Poseidon stood was still slick with divine blood, the echo of thunderclaps lingering in the fractured skies. The gods who had dared to bar his way lay broken, their weapons shattered, their forms retreating into smoke as their essence fled back toward Olympus.
And yet... the sea was not calm.
Beneath him, the ocean churned with a hunger that was not entirely his own. The abyss—the endless dark trench where Thalorin’s whispers once slumbered—had begun to stir again. ...
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