The waters suddenly shifted. A pulse. Not from him — but from elsewhere. His god-sense ignited. A summoning. A demand.
Olympus was calling.
His chest constricted, his human heart hammering even as the divine essence wrapped around him like chains. He had only been living as Poseidon for days, maybe weeks at most, yet already they sought him.
The summons was sharp, urgent. And dangerous.
He swam upward, the abyss receding behind him. His speed was unimaginable, the waters bending aside to clear his path. Within minutes, the surface shattered before him, and his body lifted from the sea — no longer Dominic, not entirely human, but a god rising from his domain.
The sky was storm-choked, thunder rippling across Olympus's horizon. A golden pathway, forged of pure celestial light, opened before him, linking the sea to the heavens. His trident burned in his grip, answering the call he dared not refuse.
He stepped onto the path.
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Olympus.
