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... hind Poseidon like a scar upon the shore. Its towers were broken teeth jutting from the waves, its streets replaced with currents, its people scattered like driftwood. Yet, amid the silence of ruin, the sea hummed—not in mourning, but in satisfaction.
Poseidon stood on the jagged edge of a fallen temple, the moonlight glinting off water that clung to him as if he were its anchor. His chest rose slowly, each breath harmonizing with the rhythm of the tides. Mortals would call it destructio ...
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