Reincarnated As Poseidon-Chapter 63: The sea Remembers

The sea changed.

Not slowly.

Not quietly.

But with certainty.

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Tides churned in reverse.

Currents howled beneath the ocean skin.

Creatures deep in the trenches stirred from generations of slumber, blinking eyes older than nations.

And all across the oceans, one truth spread like salt through a wound:

The sea remembers.

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At the Vault’s Edge

Dominic hovered in silence, water-light shimmering around him. The marks of the Old Ones pulsed gently across his arms, glowing like rivers of living ink.

His voice had merged with the song beneath the sea.

But he remained... Dominic.

For now.

Varun was the first to speak.

> "You don’t look like Poseidon anymore."

Dominic’s lips twitched.

> "That’s because I’m not."

Maelora floated beside him, watching closely.

She could still hear the hum—a low undertone in Dominic’s very presence, like a whale’s call woven with thunder.

> "What did they give you?"

> "A memory," he said. "A responsibility."

> "And power?" she asked.

Dominic met her eyes.

> "Enough to drown cities."

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Elsewhere – Olympus Moves

Zeus paced the lightning-lit floor of the Grand Hall.

> "He’s joined with it."

Athena stood near the divine mirror, her brow furrowed.

> "Dominic isn’t like Poseidon. He doesn’t want domination."

> "That’s what makes him dangerous," Ares growled. "He won’t rule. He’ll change things."

Hermes appeared in a blink of wind and scrolls.

> "The ocean pulses like it’s alive again. The Old Ones are singing. Dominic is... the note they needed."

Zeus slammed his hand down.

> "Then we answer with thunder."

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Maelora’s Worry

As they left the Vault, Maelora moved beside Dominic, quiet.

> "You’re still you, right?"

He looked at her, eyes glowing faintly blue.

> "Yes."

> "But you don’t feel like you."

He didn’t answer at first.

Then:

> "Because the ocean’s louder now. And I hear every scream it swallowed."

She touched his shoulder gently.

> "Don’t let them take you."

He placed his hand over hers.

> "I won’t. But I might have to go further than you’ll be comfortable with."

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The First Surge

They surfaced into the open sea.

The sky was purple-black, clouds circling like vultures.

But it wasn’t a storm from Olympus.

It was below.

The waves began to swell—slow at first, then rising in force. Creatures long thought extinct swam past in packs. Giant serpents. Living trenches. Songs no human had heard in millennia rang in the current.

And from the dark—

A scream.

Not pain.

Not rage.

A battle cry.

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Lyrielle Reacts

Far across the sea, Lyrielle sat on her coral throne, her fingers pressed to her temple as the call echoed through her mind.

She hissed.

> "He’s done it. He’s taken the tide."

The Choir behind her began to hum in dissonant tones.

One of her guards stepped forward.

> "Shall we sing back?"

> "No," she snarled. "Let him think the sea is his now. Let him dance in their song."

She stood.

Her voice, suddenly soft.

> "We will teach him that even endless tides... can be broken."

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Dominic’s Warning

On the reef cliff, Dominic stood with the waves crashing behind him.

He raised one hand.

The water parted.

Revealing a deep fissure glowing with blue veins of living memory.

A message.

To the world.

> "The sea is awake again."

His voice echoed for miles.

> "I am not a god. I do not demand worship. But if you bring war to the water again..."

The sky rumbled.

> "You will remember what it means to drown."

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Hades, Watching

From the edge of the Underworld’s sea, Hades stood with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes on the horizon.

Cerberus growled low beside him.

Persephone stepped forward.

> "You feel it too?"

> "Yes," Hades said. "The ocean sings louder than Tartarus."

He looked up.

> "The dead beneath the sea... are waking."

The sea was no longer quiet.

Not above.

Not below.

Not in the cracks where forgotten things slept.

And as Dominic stood at the edge of his newfound tide-born power...

The Choir answered.

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Lyrielle’s Coral Fortress – The Deep Red Wake

The walls of Lyrielle’s domain pulsed like a living heart. The throne, jagged and twisted with dark reef bone, cast long shadows through the chamber.

She stood at its center.

Barefoot.

Crowned in sapphire scale.

Her song already coiling through the veins of the sea.

The Sirens of her Choir—once silent—had begun to hum.

Low. Discordant. Hungry.

> "He’s bold," she said. "The sea hears him. But that doesn’t make him king."

She turned to the Choirmistress, a blind siren draped in layers of kelp silk.

> "Send them," Lyrielle whispered.

The Choirmistress nodded, placing a blood coral fang against her lips.

She blew.

A sound rippled outward—not music. Not scream. Something in between.

The Deep Choir had been unleashed.

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Nearida’s Palace – A Stir in the Current

Inside her tranquil sanctuary, Queen Nearida froze mid-sentence as the coral throne pulsed beneath her.

Guards stood alert.

The water shifted.

> "...The Choir?" she murmured.

Her seer floated forward, pale and shivering.

> "They’re not singing for peace, my Queen. They are... testing. Searching."

> "For Dominic," she said, eyes narrowing.

> "No," the seer replied. "For weakness."

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Dominic Feels the Change

From the reef where Dominic stood, the water vibrated oddly.

Not from pressure. Not from current.

From intent.

He turned, eyes flicking over the endless blue.

Maelora’s voice was soft.

> "They’re coming, aren’t they?"

> "Yeah," he said. "Lyrielle’s Choir. Not just to listen. To tear pieces off the sea and see what bleeds."

Varun gripped his blade.

> "Then we fight?"

> "No," Dominic said, already diving. "We move."

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Maelora’s Warning

As they swam, she kept close beside him.

> "The Choir isn’t like the rest. They don’t just destroy. They unravel. Piece by piece. One mind at a time."

Dominic’s eyes glowed.

> "Then we don’t let them near minds."

> "Too late," she said. "You can already hear it, can’t you?"

He paused mid-motion.

She was right.

In the water—threaded so faintly—it was easy to miss.

But it was there.

A soft harmony.

Beautiful.

Deadly.

Calling to him.

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The First Strike – The Drowned Ones Rise

Across a coastal trench near an abandoned siren spire, a colony of seafolk suddenly froze. Their eyes glazed. Mouths opened... and they sang.

Not in joy.

Not in sorrow.

In surrender.

Their song twisted the current.

The water boiled.

And something rose.

One of the Drowned Ones.

Creatures who once served the old siren queens, stripped of identity, turned into weapons.

Its form was bloated with salt. Limbs wrapped in broken coral. Its mouth sang without sound.

And it moved toward the reef...

Toward Dominic.

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Back to Lyrielle – Watching with Joy

The Choirmistress knelt.

> "The first has risen."

Lyrielle smiled slowly.

> "Dominic may hold the sea’s voice... but we still hold its echoes."

She raised her arms.

> "Send the Second Choir. Let the sea bleed music."

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Dominic Confronts the Drowned

The creature struck without warning.

Dominic turned just in time to throw a wave shield—but it cracked under the force.

Maelora darted in, spear slashing, but it barely scratched the Drowned.

> "It’s not alive," she gasped. "Not fully!"

Varun came from above, driving his blade deep into its back—only to be flung across the reef.

The Drowned One opened its jaw.

And it sang.

Dominic screamed.

The song pierced his mind like ice—digging into his memories, twisting them, turning joy into pain, pain into confusion.

He saw his mother’s hospital bed.

The moment of death.

The drowning.

He saw Poseidon’s smile turning into a sneer.

He saw Maelora bleeding.

He saw everything—

> "Dom!" Maelora’s voice broke through.

His eyes snapped open.

He threw both hands forward.

> "ENOUGH!"

A tidal surge, thick with memory and rage, exploded from him.

The Drowned One shattered.

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Silence returned.

Dominic gasped for breath, trembling.

> "That wasn’t just a monster..."

Maelora knelt beside him.

> "It was part of a song."

He looked into the black sea ahead.

> "Then I need to learn how to sing louder."

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Olympus Watches

Athena placed a shell to her ear.

It hummed.

> "He survived the Choir’s first strike."

Zeus sat unmoving.

> "Then the second will not be so kind."

The sea didn’t rest.

Even as the pieces of the Drowned One dissolved into salt and silence, a deeper pressure built in the water.

Something colder.

Something closer.

The Second Choir was coming.

And this time, they weren’t sending a corpse.

They were sending singers.

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Nearida’s Palace – The Shiver of Foresight

Queen Nearida stood by the spiraled window of her coral tower, her pale hair drifting in coils.

She felt it.

The pressure in the current.

The subtle hum of a song not yet sung, but already echoing through the reef.

> "They’ve begun the next verse," she whispered.

Her seer, clutching at her head, dropped to her knees.

> "Your Majesty... the Second Choir isn’t meant to break the body."

> "Then what do they break?"

> "The soul."

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Dominic and the Rift

Dominic sat at the edge of a trench, hands pressed to the cold stone, listening to the pull of the sea.

The Vault had changed him.

He didn’t just feel water now—he understood it.

It was speaking. And it was afraid.

Maelora stood behind him, arms crossed, watching carefully.

> "Another wave is coming."

> "I know," he said, eyes closed. "But this one won’t attack with force."

He touched his temple.

> "They’ll try to sing me apart."

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Lyrielle – Conducting the Second Choir

At the Hollow Spiral—deep beneath the drowned city of Theraza—Lyrielle raised both arms.

Floating around her were seven sirens—each of them blindfolded, mouths stitched with thread of moon-glass.

They were beautiful.

Terrifying.

Silent.

Until Lyrielle sang.

Just one note.

And the Choir responded—not with music, but with memory.

Each siren’s mouth opened—not to speak, but to echo the regrets, sorrows, and losses of whoever heard them.

> "Sing to him what he fears most," Lyrielle commanded.

> "Make the sea his cage."

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The Sirens’ Arrival

The Second Choir approached Dominic’s location not with waves... but with stillness.

The water went dead quiet.

Fish fled.

Currents stalled.

Even Maelora’s voice faded like it had been swallowed.

Dominic rose to his feet.

He saw them.

Seven shadows approaching. Not fast. Not violent. Just... inevitable.

He whispered.

> "They’re not here to kill me."

> "Then what—?" Maelora asked.

> "They’re here to rewrite me."

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The Song Begins

They began to hum.

Dominic flinched.

In his ears—his mother’s voice.

> "You never mattered."

Then, the hospital.

A doctor’s voice:

> "We did all we could. He was just a boy."

His own voice:

> "It should have been someone else."

He dropped to one knee, hands on his head.

> "No... no...!"

Maelora rushed to him.

But she couldn’t hear the song. Not fully. It was meant for him.

One of the Choir reached out—gently. Lovingly.

Its hand brushed Dominic’s temple.

And he remembered every moment he regretted.

Every life Poseidon had destroyed.

Every time he ran instead of fought.

Every voice he couldn’t save.

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But then—

A different song rose.

Low. Broken. But defiant.

Varun.

He was singing. Off-key. Terribly.

> "Yo ho ho... a sea with no rum... no fun..."

Maelora blinked.

> "What the hell are you doing?"

> "I’m making noise," Varun grinned. "Loud, dumb, annoying noise."

And it worked.

The Choir faltered.

Dominic gasped. The illusion cracked for a second.

> "Keep singing!" Maelora yelled.

> "You’ll regret that," Varun laughed.

He bellowed louder. Worse. He sang a sailor’s lullaby with zero tune.

Maelora added a chant of her own.

The harmony of imperfection battled the deadly perfection of the sirens’ song.

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Dominic stood up slowly.

The marks on his arms flared.

> "Enough."

His voice—deep. New. Commanding.

The sea shook.

> "I’ve heard your grief. I’ve drowned in it. But I won’t become it."

He raised a hand.

And sang.

Not a perfect note. Not holy.

But real.

The note of a boy who lost everything... and kept going anyway.

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The Choir screamed.

The sirens writhed.

And like glass struck by lightning, they shattered—turning to foam that sank into the deep.

The silence that followed was... honest.

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Aftermath

Varun flopped onto his back, still humming.

> "I think I broke a rib from singing."

Maelora pulled Dominic into a half-embrace.

> "You okay?"

He nodded, dazed.

> "I think... I just told the sea who I really am."

She smiled faintly.

> "Then maybe it’s time the sea stopped listening to the past."

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Lyrielle’s Rage

Far away, Lyrielle’s throne cracked.

The Choir was gone.

Dominic still stood.

> "He sang back."

The Choirmistress wept black tears.

Lyrielle bared her fangs.

> "Then we sing no more."

> "Next, we drown."

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