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... creation itself.
Above, the heavens split open in jagged fractures, lightning spilling like broken veins. Below, the mortal seas writhed, no longer seas at all but a shifting, breathing entity. The ocean rose and fell with Poseidon’s pulse, each wave not born of wind but of his will.
And at the center of that maelstrom stood Poseidon.
No longer the boy, no longer the vessel. He was the sea now — his hair flowing in streams of saltwater, his eyes burning with abyssal fire, ...
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