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... ympus—no, the entire world—seemed to hold its breath.
He hovered high above the mountain’s fractured summit, every inch of his body radiating pure, unchecked power. His skin on that moment shone like molten gold, and lightning danced across his form like it couldn’t bear to be apart from him. His hair whipped in the hurricane winds he conjured with each breath. His voice, was now more deep and loud.
"I AM THE STORM THAT BIRTHED KINGS," he bellowed. "AND I WILL NOT BE DETHRONED!" ...
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