Reincarnated As Poseidon-Chapter 40: The Hollow

The Hollow — Deep Below

The silence was broken only by the rhythmic crash of waves against the jagged edges of the Hollow. But even that sound felt wrong, as if the very sea itself was hesitating.

Dominic’s heart raced as he stood on the Leviathan’s back, his fingers clutching the Trident, but it felt weightless in his grasp. His body trembled, his mouth dry, the stinging pain in his throat worsening.

No words.

Not even a whisper.

The Soprana floated beside him, her eyes locked on him with sorrow. "You have broken the sacred law of the sea," she murmured, her voice a haunting lullaby in the stillness. "Now the sea claims its due."

Dominic wanted to shout, to call out to the sea, to explain that he was not his past self. But his voice—his very breath—betrayed him.

He dropped to his knees, clutching his throat, trying desperately to force air into his lungs.

The Soprana reached out, her cold fingers brushing against his cheek. "You cannot escape what you have done. Not now. Not here."

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Far Above — In the Abyss of the Gods

Athena stood at the edge of Olympus, gazing down at the swirling storms in the mortal realm. The war was far from over, but something felt... off. The winds carried a sound she couldn’t quite place, a deep, haunting melody that seemed to rise from the ocean’s depths.

Beside her, Hades remained still, his gaze unblinking, as if he too could feel the weight of the sea’s rage. "The sea calls for justice. And Poseidon has never known peace."

Athena turned, her eyes narrowing. "What does that mean for Dominic?"

Hades smiled grimly, his voice low and foreboding. "It means that the gods have no say in this matter. The sea has its own will, and it will not be ignored."

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Back to Dominic — The Hollow

Dominic’s vision blurred. His hands gripped his neck tighter as the agony of silence tore through him. His thoughts raced, but they came out as empty, distorted echoes. He couldn’t even remember how to breathe properly.

He glanced around frantically, looking for anything—any sign—that the curse would lift.

But the ocean itself was silent, save for the distant, echoing hum from the depths. The Choir had stopped singing, waiting. Watching. They didn’t move, but their eyes were all on him.

Then, from the deepest part of the Hollow, a massive shape began to rise.

A creature—ancient, colossal, and made of nightmares. Its form was an endless sea of undulating tendrils, eyes like whirlpools, and mouths that could devour the entire world.

It wasn’t just a creature.

It was the heart of Thalorenn.

Dominic’s eyes widened as it loomed closer, its presence suffocating.

> "You seek to control the sea. You think you can change its will."

The voice rumbled through his mind, low and guttural, like a thousand storms merging into one.

> "But the sea does not need you, Poseidon. You are a parasite to it, a stain on its eternal waters."

Dominic gasped, his body shaking with the effort to speak. His Trident glowed faintly in his grasp, but it felt like an empty, fragile thing. The Hollow’s god was too powerful.

And now... it was going to take everything.

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Above the Sea — On the Shores of Olympus

The gods had gathered in secret. Athena, Hades, Hermes, Apollo—each one standing apart from the others, knowing that the battle for dominance would soon be decided.

Zeus had not yet returned, but there was an undeniable sense of dread in the air. This war would change the world.

"I warned you, Athena," Hades murmured, his voice heavy. "The sea remembers."

Athena did not respond immediately. She was still watching the horizon, her mind working, calculating. "The sea is not simply a force to be controlled," she said finally. "It is alive. And it was never meant to be tamed."

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Back in the Hollow — Dominic’s Last Stand

Dominic’s chest heaved with pain. The curse had bound him in a prison of silence. Every breath he took felt like it might be his last.

The creature—no, the god of Thalorenn—loomed closer, its massive tendrils curling around the Leviathan. The beast let out a horrific, guttural roar before being swallowed by the depths, disappearing into the maw of the god.

Dominic barely had time to react before the creature’s eyes locked onto him.

> "You will not speak. You will not fight. You will suffer."

The god’s gaze pierced through him, reaching into his soul. The Trident’s glow flickered once more, as if struggling to fight back, but the power of the sea was too vast, too ancient for even Poseidon’s weapon to defy.

And then, a voice broke through.

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Lyrielle appeared, appearing as a mere shadow at first, but she solidified in front of Dominic. Her eyes were wide, almost frantic, her voice cutting through the silence.

"Dominic!" she shouted, her voice like a sharp whisper against the crushing pressure. "Listen to me. You have to fight it!"

But no sound came from his lips.

Her hand reached toward him, but the god’s power began to choke her out. Her form wavered, flickering, as if the very essence of her existence was being torn apart.

She screamed, her voice swallowed by the Hollow.

Dominic tried to scream too, but nothing came.

Then, just as it seemed like all was lost, the Trident began to pulse.

A final, desperate surge of energy.

It felt like a memory. Like something long forgotten, buried deep inside him.

The Trident’s true power awakened—pushing back against the god’s oppressive grip.

For a fleeting moment, Dominic could feel his voice return.

A roar shattered the air.

A final, defiant cry of Poseidon.

Darkness. Endless. Cold.

Dominic floated in the void.

No breath. No sound. No pain.

Just silence.

Then... the pulse.

A thrum.

Like a heartbeat. But not his.

The sea. It was calling. Again.

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Flash of Memory — Somewhere Between Life and Death

Dominic saw her. Not Lyrielle. Not Athena.

Her.

Mother Sea.

The primordial embodiment of the ocean — older than Olympus, older than Thalorenn — stood in a shroud of kelp and coral, skin made of polished pearl and currents. Her voice was nothing but a current in his mind, yet it held him completely.

> "You carry the sins of Poseidon... but you are not him."

Dominic trembled.

> "You are the consequence. And the cure."

He opened his mouth to speak, to scream, to plead — but no words came.

Only a rush of water, flooding his lungs.

And then—light.

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Thalorenn — The Hollow Trembles

The Trident exploded with pure blue energy. A shockwave erupted from its core, splitting the Hollow. The sea itself screamed. The Choir of the Deep fell silent for the first time in ages, retreating into shadows.

The god of Thalorenn reeled back, tendrils writhing as the energy burned through its form.

And Dominic — now glowing with the light of ancient tides — stood.

Alive.

Breathing.

Voice intact.

"...You want to silence me?" Dominic hissed. His voice was raw thunder. "Then drown in your own silence."

He thrust the Trident forward.

A beam of ancient oceanic force erupted from the weapon, blasting through the chest of the Hollow’s god, tearing a rift in its monstrous mass.

But it wasn’t enough to destroy it.

Just... hurt it.

The god screamed — a horrible, gurgling, world-breaking sound — and dove deep into the trench.

Retreating.

Not dead.

Not yet.

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The Mortal Sea — Above Thalorenn

Naerida stood atop her war-fleet, watching the waves twist and churn unnaturally.

The Choir’s song had ended.

Lyrielle had vanished.

Dominic’s light had burst through the deep like a flare from a dying star.

Naerida’s jaw clenched.

"The war isn’t over," she said to her captains. "It’s just begun."

Maelora rose beside her, cloaked in shadow.

And whispered, "He’s alive."

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Olympus

Athena stormed into the Halls of Judgment, ignoring the startled gods.

Hades stood, lips pressed tightly.

"He lives," Athena breathed. "He resisted the Hollow."

"Barely," Hades replied.

"We need to help him."

Hades scoffed. "We? No, you are too close. Too human. That boy is not a god. He’s a tear in the weave."

Athena stepped close, eyes burning with defiance. "And yet he bleeds, fights, and rises better than any of us."

The skies outside rumbled. Rain poured down over Olympus for the first time in decades.

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Back in Thalorenn — The Riptide Rift

Dominic swam upward, his wounds sealing with divine water. Every movement was agony, yet he pushed forward, each stroke drawing him closer to the world above.

As he breached the surface, the waves split before him like parting curtains.

Above, thousands of sea-dwellers — soldiers of Naerida, remnants of Lyrielle’s fallen Choir, ancient marine beasts — watched in silence.

Their savior. Or their undoing.

Dominic floated, barely able to stand on the water’s surface, the Trident pulsing faintly.

And then, a shadow fell over him.

From the sky, a figure descended.

A woman.

Robed in violet coral, her hair like woven starlight and barnacles, her eyes black as the ocean floor.

The Oracle of the Sea.

> "The tides are shifting, Dominic. But you do not command them. You are simply riding the crest of what was set in motion long before your rebirth."

> "The sea has one final test."

She raised her hand. The Trident began to vibrate uncontrollably in Dominic’s grip.

And beneath the waves... a great tremor.

A mountain in the sea began to rise.

And from beneath it, a new beast awakened — more ancient than the Hollow’s god.

Ka’dryn, the Abyssal Leviathan.

The Oracle whispered, "If you wish to be more than Poseidon’s shadow, you must face what he never dared to. This is your reckoning."

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