The Plan
Dominic turned back to the chamber and reached into the center, where Poseidon's memory still pulsed—glowing with deep blue veins of ancient divine essence.
> "We merge the seal. Lock Thalorenn where even I can't reach it again."
Maelora stepped forward. "And you?"
Dominic's fingers trembled as he held the shard of Poseidon's power.
> "If I do this… I stop being me."
> "You'll become him?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Dominic shook his head.
> "No. I'll become what the sea needs—not a god, not a hero. A memory that fights back."
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Suddenly—
The water split with a massive shudder.
The edge of the Forgotten Current shattered.
And from beyond it, a shape appeared.
Not a body. Not a face.
Just a shifting form of darkness, streaked with threads of gold—Thalorenn.
It didn't speak.
It just... existed.
Dominic raised his hand.
> "Maelora. Varun. Go."
> "No—" Maelora began.
> "Go!"
He turned to face the thing.
