©Novel Buddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 240: The Breaking Point
Next chapter:
Chapter 242: He is corrupted,
PREVIEW
... en it seemed still on the surface, the abyss below was in turmoil. Currents clashed like beasts, trenches cracked with the groan of ancient stone, and the very floor of the ocean quivered with something long forgotten.
And Poseidon—once Dominic, now fully enthroned in his reborn divinity—stood on the edge of that abyss, his trident raised, his gaze fixed downward into the blackness.
Because something was calling.
Not mortal.
Not god.
Older.
The war ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























