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The horizon rippled like molten glass, waves rising without wind, currents bending around his will. To the mortals huddled in half-drowned cities, the ocean looked alive — a beast stretching beneath the moonlight, restless, ancient, and hungry.
And at its heart, standing upon a platform of water so dense it turned solid beneath his feet, was Poseidon.
His trident pulsed with abyssal glow, every crack in its shaft filled with the light of a thousand drowned stars. His chest ...
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