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... e Aegean bore scars — drowned warehouses, sunken fleets, villages half swallowed by creeping tide. Mortals whispered of Poseidon’s name not in prayer, but in fear. His dominion pressed further inland, reshaping coastlines, bending rivers, swallowing fields where wheat once grew.
Yet, while many cursed or begged, one mortal did not bow.
He lifted his spear against the waves.
The city of Thebes stood far from the sea, its walls solid, its people proud. Here, the tide had no ...
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