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... oil of wind over current — this was real, raw heat ripping through the water. Vast, churning clouds of bubbles rose from the depths, distorting the sunlight into rippling spears. The air stank of sulfur, heavy and choking, and every wave carried a hiss, as if the ocean itself were being seared alive.
The Abyssbreaker cut toward it without pause.
Poseidon stood at the bow, hair wild in the wind, eyes locked on the ironclad wall that guarded the volcanic vents. There were nine of t ...
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