Zeus took a single step back.
Just one.
But everyone saw it.
Even Hera.
> "We should retreat," she said quietly.
> "We don't retreat," Ares growled.
But Dionysus was already fading into mist, his smile thin.
> "This isn't our sea anymore."
---
Dominic hovered just above the deep guardian's head.
He didn't command it.
He understood it.
Because the truth was no longer buried.
It had risen.
And with it came a power beyond control.
Not fire. Not lightning. Not wrath.
Recognition.
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> "I'm not here to destroy Olympus," Dominic said, loud enough for even the heavens to hear.
> "I'm here to remind it."
He raised his hand.
The guardian roared—a low, ancient sound that shook the pillars of the ocean.
And for the first time in eons…
Olympus heard the sea.
---
In Olympus itself, Athena knelt at her divine pool, watching it swirl.
She whispered, her voice shaking.
> "He's not reborn Poseidon. He's what Poseidon could've been."
A god who listens.
