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... . Not living.
The first were sailors — bones wrapped in kelp, skulls glowing faintly with abyssal fire. Their sockets burned with Poseidon’s will, and they clutched rusted swords that dripped brine. Their armor was mismatched, stolen from wrecks centuries gone.
Then came warriors of empires long buried, their bronze helmets green with corrosion, shields heavy with barnacles. Spears jutted out from their ribs, but still they marched, step by step, forming lines in the rising tide. ...
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