Chapter 292: The abyss surged.
The battlefield was no longer just a field.
It had become an ocean.
The mountains that once framed the horizon were fractured cliffs sinking beneath waves. Valleys that had nurtured villages for centuries were drowned trenches filled with corpses and broken banners. Even the sky itself seemed to bend, thick with salt mist and stormlight.
And at the center of it all stood Poseidon.
He was no longer simply the god of seas. His form bled with something more ancient, more forbidden. Each step he took sent quakes through the floodwater. Each breath pulled the tides closer, dragging the oceans of the world toward him like a living heart.
Before him knelt no mortal, but gods.
The trinity of the Azure Seat—Zephyros, the Sky-Judge; Seraphin, the Flame Empress; and Nymera, the Shadow Mother—had come with their armies. They had unleashed their full divinities upon him, their combined might meant to end the reborn drowned god before his storm could devour all.
But now, they staggered.
Zephyros clutched his chest, lightning dimming around his wings. Seraphin’s fire sputtered, her once-roaring crown of flame reduced to embers. Nymera bled shadows from her eyes, her veil ripped and frayed like torn silk.
Poseidon had not crushed them with rage.
He had worn them down with inevitability.
"Do you feel it?" His voice rolled like an abyssal current, deep enough to shake marrow. "The tide does not rage. It does not weep. It simply is. And it will outlast you."
Zephyros snarled, forcing his broken body upright. "We... will not... kneel."
"Then drown standing," Poseidon said coldly.
He lifted his trident.
The sea answered.
Walls of water curved upward like colossal serpents, their translucent bodies glimmering with fragments of moonlight. They surged toward the three gods with terrifying silence, not a crash, not a roar—just the crushing inevitability of weight.
Seraphin screamed and thrust her palms outward. Fire burst into the water, boiling it into steam, but for every wave she burned, three more rose behind. Her voice cracked as she forced her flames brighter, her skin blistering under her own heat.
Zephyros hurled lightning into the abyssal wall, each strike splitting the tide for a heartbeat before it closed again, swallowing his thunder like a child swallowing air. His arms trembled, his jaw clenched, but the fury in his golden eyes refused to die.
Nymera vanished into shadow, trying to slip into the spaces between tides. But even darkness was suffocated here. The water was everywhere, above, below, within. The sea did not leave shadows untouched. It dragged her out screaming, her form collapsing as waves tore through her illusions.
And still Poseidon walked.
Each step was calm. Each motion controlled. He was not desperate. He was not wild. He was a god who had finally claimed what was his.
"You call yourselves gods of order," Poseidon’s voice carried across the storm. "But you built your order on cages. You bound the oceans. You sealed the abyss. And you dared to bury me."
Zephyros coughed blood. "You were sealed... because you were madness incarnate!"
"No," Poseidon said softly. His eyes burned with abyssal blue. "I was the truth you feared."
He drove his trident into the ground.
The battlefield shattered.
The sea did not merely cover the world—it broke it. Chasms split open, spilling rivers of salt into glowing magma veins. Whirlpools the size of cities yawned open, dragging armies, banners, and screaming immortals into their spiraling throats. The heavens cracked, clouds splitting into vortexes of storm.
The gods’ armies wailed. Angels drowned. Titans struggled as chains of brine pulled them into nothingness. Mortal champions, who had once carried divine blessings, were erased like ants under a tidal wave.
Only the three gods still stood.
And barely.
Seraphin fell to one knee, her flames guttering in the flood. Nymera collapsed, her shadows writhing like dying eels. Zephyros raised his sword one last time, lightning sputtering in the storm.
"Poseidon!" he roared, voice raw. "If you are the abyss—then I will cut into it!"
He hurled himself forward.
Poseidon caught the blade with his trident.
The clash shook the world. Lightning split the storm. Water froze mid-motion. For a moment, the battlefield was suspended between thunder and silence.
Zephyros screamed, driving all that remained of his divinity into the strike. Lightning crawled over Poseidon’s chest, burning flesh, tearing wounds. For the first time, Poseidon bled.
And for the first time, he smiled.
"Good."
The abyss surged.
Water crashed from every side, swallowing the sky-judge whole. His scream was cut short, replaced by the silence of drowning. His lightning vanished into black tide.
Seraphin shrieked and ignited her body, becoming fire incarnate. She threw herself into Poseidon, flames wrapping his form. Salt hissed and boiled. The battlefield lit like a sun.
But Poseidon’s hand closed around her throat.
The sea hissed louder.
And her fire died, smothered, until only smoke and steam curled from her charred lips.
He dropped her husk into the water.
Nymera, last of the trinity, stared at him with bleeding eyes. Shadows writhed around her, desperate, terrified.
"Please," she whispered. "The abyss takes all... do not make me first."
Poseidon stepped toward her.
"I do not choose who the abyss takes," he said. "The abyss simply is."
She dissolved into shadow before he touched her. Not escaped. Not fled. Dissolved. The sea swallowed even her essence, erasing her from the pantheon.
And Poseidon stood alone.
Around him, silence reigned.
The three gods of the Azure Seat—destroyed. Their armies—gone. The battlefield—no longer land, but an endless churning sea.
Poseidon raised his trident to the storm.
The world tilted, as though the very axis bent toward him.
And far above Olympus, in the halls of gods who had once ruled unchallenged, alarm bells rang. For the drowned god was no longer just a threat.
He was the tide.
And the tide had broken free.
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