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... The ocean itself shuddered at his words, the creatures that served him stiffening, straightening, no longer wild things but soldiers awaiting command.
"You have fought well, but your defiance is meaningless. Kneel, and I may grant you the mercy of oblivion."
It was not a request. It was not even a threat. It was a decree, spoken with the certainty of something that had seen eons pass and worlds crumble.
For the first time since the battle began, the monsters stopped.
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