Below – Coral Keep
Back in the reef-guarded sanctuary, Dominic gathered what remained of Poseidon's scrolls. Most had faded—water-damaged or memory-drained.
But one remained.
Written not in Olympian glyphs, but siren script.
He turned it over in his hands.
No title.
Just a mark. A triangle wrapped in waves.
> "You ever seen this?" he asked Maelora.
She took it slowly. Her eyes widened.
> "This isn't a scroll," she whispered. "It's a song."
Dominic blinked. "A song?"
> "From the first age. A binding ballad. If sung by a true voice… it can wake the sea gods that came before Olympus."
Varun narrowed his eyes. "That's dangerous."
> "Everything we do now is dangerous," Dominic muttered.
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The moment he spoke, a tremor ran through the sea.
A tremor not from Thalorenn.
Not from the gods.
But from something… older.
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Dominic looked up, toward the blue veil above.
For a moment, he saw something watching.
Not a face.
Just a shimmer.
A Watcher.
He shivered.
