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... s lay scattered like driftwood, and the ground itself was slick with seawater where no sea should ever have reached. The clash of gods had reshaped the land—mountains shorn into cliffs, valleys drowned in salt pools, the very air vibrating with divine aftershocks.
At the center of it all, Poseidon stood with his trident planted into the wet earth. His chest rose and fell steadily, his breaths not ragged but resonant, like the ocean itself had settled into his lungs. The scars of battle m ...
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