Previous chapter:
Chapter 98: The Tides Answers only to me
Next chapter:
Chapter 100: The sea kings Resolve
PREVIEW
... sn’t merely the crash of waves or the distant roar of a storm—it was the sea itself shuddering, as if some ancient force stirred in its depths.
Poseidon stood at the heart of it all, the salt-scented wind whipping through his long, damp hair. His gaze, sharp as a trident’s point, was locked on the jagged wall of enemies that dared to step foot upon his domain.
But these were no mere mortals.
The gods had come.
Above, a crescent moon tore through the storm clouds, ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























