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... ed. A rhythm vast enough to swallow empires, steady enough to reshape continents. And beneath that rhythm, something older stirred.
Thalorin.
The abyss whispered inside his chest, ancient and cold, urging him onward. More. Break the chains. Flood the heavens.
Poseidon clenched his trident, its prongs dripping with liquid light. For a moment, his jaw tightened. He was no longer the boy Dominic, terrified of gods and men. He was no longer merely a vessel. He was the sea its ...
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