Reincarnated As Poseidon-Chapter 46: A visit to the sea

Zeus nodded. "You will go with Hermes. Not to strike—but to observe. Gather intelligence. Speak to Naerida. Speak to Dominic if he lives. And find the Sea Witch."

"Maelora?" Hades asked, materialising at the threshold, shadows curling behind him. "She walks again?"

"She knows more than she lets on," Hera muttered. "And she has never once sworn loyalty to Olympus."

Athena turned to Hermes, who was already adjusting his winged sandals. "You ready?"

Hermes smirked. "Always."

Zeus raised his sceptre, lightning lashing the heavens. "Then go."

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Scene II – The Waters Below

In the scarred borders of the inner sea, where the waters turned murky with power and memory, Dominic floated unconscious—his wounds bandaged, his heartbeat echoing like a dying wave.

Naerida stood beside him, her face pale, her war robes still stained from the last clash with Lyrielle’s Choir.

Behind her, her generals murmured, forming strategies that felt feeble in the face of the coming storm.

And then, the divine light pierced the sea.

Athena and Hermes descended like stars falling into the ocean, their presence sending ripples of awe through the palace.

Naerida bowed instinctively. "Olympus sends help?"

Hermes chuckled. "Help? No. Curiosity, more like. And worry."

Athena’s eyes moved to Dominic’s resting form. "Is he... still him?"

Naerida nodded slowly. "But for how long, I don’t know. The war nearly broke him. There was a moment when the sea itself rejected him. And something else... tried to take his place."

Athena stepped closer to him, narrowing her gaze. "Then we’re already too late."

Hermes’s grin faded. "Delkarios is back, isn’t he?"

Naerida said nothing.

Instead, she turned to her council chamber. "Come. There’s more you need to see. Including what we found beneath Thalorenn."

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Scene III – Secrets of the Deep

Inside Naerida’s war chamber, Athena and Hermes were shown the artifact retrieved from the abyss—a chunk of obsidian coral, pulsing faintly with abyssal runes. The Sea Priests trembled just being near it.

Hermes winced. "That’s not coral. That’s... bone."

Athena examined it. "This belonged to the Warden beneath Thalorenn."

"The same creature that Delkarios used to command before the gods cast him out," Naerida added grimly. "If it’s waking again, we may not have enough time to prepare."

Athena looked at her sharply. "Why not destroy it?"

"We tried," Naerida said simply. "The magic of Olympus can’t even scratch it."

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Then Athena turned, her voice low.

"Then we must consider... calling back the full force of the Pantheon."

"Zeus won’t allow it," Hermes muttered. "Not unless he’s cornered."

Athena nodded. "Then we corner him."

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Scene IV – A Stirring Above

Back in Olympus, Zeus stood at the edge of the clouds, watching the ocean far below.

Hades approached, silent, until he was beside him.

"You feel it too," the god of the underworld said. "Don’t you?"

Zeus did not reply.

Instead, he closed his eyes.

And in that silence... a sound came, carried even through the winds of Olympus.

A song.

It was distant.

Alien.

And impossibly ancient.

A song not heard since the dawn of the seas.

Zeus opened his eyes slowly.

"...The Deep Choir sings again."

The ocean floor beneath Thalorenn had never known light, only the slow grind of pressure and silence. But now, Athena and Hermes stood upon its cracked surface, guided by Naerida’s elite siren scouts and the shimmering paths conjured by the Sea Priests.

Dark spires jutted from the seabed like ribs, forming a circle around a chasm that pulsed faintly with impossible heat. It was not volcanic—it was alive.

"This is where we found the shard," one siren scout said, eyes never meeting Athena’s.

"Has anyone gone in?" Hermes asked, clutching his staff a little tighter.

The scout shook her head. "Only the dead return from the Warden’s hollow. And even then... they don’t stay dead for long."

Athena stepped to the edge.

The abyss whispered.

It did not scream. It didn’t rage.

It simply called.

And the voice inside it wasn’t male or female. It was deep, old as salt, and layered—like multiple voices echoing at once.

Athena’s eyes narrowed. "This is where the seal was broken."

Hermes nodded. "Delkarios was here first. Maybe even reborn here."

Then the chasm trembled.

For a moment, something stirred within it—massive, coiled like a serpent, eyes blinking through layers of black water and silt. A single breath from the creature sent spirals of bubbles up toward them, shaking even Athena’s divine footing.

Athena gritted her teeth. "We need to leave."

But Hermes didn’t move.

He was staring.

"Do you see that?" he whispered.

Athena turned back—and her heart almost stopped.

Runes.

Ancient god-script, older than Olympus, etched in glowing lines along the chasm’s walls.

But it wasn’t just any language.

It was the original divine tongue—the one even Zeus had outlawed.

Hermes looked to Athena. "That’s not Delkarios’s mark. That’s something older."

Athena’s face paled. "We need to tell Zeus. Now."

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Scene II – Dominic Stirs

High above, within the healing sanctum of Naerida’s temple, Dominic stirred.

The war had left deep scars—not just on his flesh, but his soul. The memories were fragmented, broken into flashes of battle, blood, and the terrible voice of the Choir as it sang through the sea.

His hand twitched.

Then his eyes opened.

His breath caught—he wasn’t alone.

Standing at the edge of the temple was a cloaked figure, drenched in kelp and shadows.

Maelora.

The Sea Witch.

Dominic sat up slowly, struggling with pain. "You came back."

She didn’t smile. "The Vault is no longer safe. The creature beneath Thalorenn is waking. And the gods will not protect you."

"Then who will?"

Maelora stepped forward, placing something cold and wet into his hand.

It was a shard of coral, like the one retrieved from the trench. But this one responded to Dominic’s touch—glowing faintly, humming with a strange warmth.

"What is this?" he asked, staring at it.

Maelora met his gaze with ancient eyes.

"Your inheritance."

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Scene III – Olympus Reacts

Zeus stood frozen as Athena and Hermes reappeared within the great hall, drenched in abyssal water, eyes wild.

Athena didn’t bow. She stormed forward, slamming the glowing glyph sketch onto the marble floor.

"This is what lies beneath Thalorenn."

Zeus stared at it, his hand tightening on his sceptre.

Hera’s lips parted in horror. "That’s... Primordial."

Hermes nodded. "Not just any primordial signature. It’s from Abyssus. The god devoured by the Sea during the First War. The one who vanished beneath the realms."

Ares snarled. "But that god was lost. Even Hades doesn’t remember his tomb."

Hades nodded once. "He was locked where even the Underworld could not reach."

Athena’s voice dropped. "But now he stirs. The creature in the trench isn’t Delkarios reborn. Delkarios... may have been a vessel. A whisper."

Zeus turned to the heavens, thunder forming behind his eyes.

"So then it begins."

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Scene IV – A Song in the Dark

Far below, where no god dared tread, the Choir stirred once more.

Their voices began to sing.

Not a melody.

Not a scream.

But an invocation.

And within the Warden’s hollow, the coils of a colossal entity shifted—glowing sigils carving across its flesh.

Chains shattered.

The seabed quaked.

And in the shadows, ancient eyes opened—each one older than Olympus, each one hungering.

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