Reincarnated As Poseidon

The Coral Veil drifted silent.

War had paused, not ended—like breath held between heartbeats.

Wounded soldiers—Tideborn and Skyguard—were tended in makeshift shelters formed from reef and summoned cloud. Sea dragons floated wounded in the depths. Harpoon craters scarred the reef wall.

Poseidon stood ankle-deep in still water, face tilted toward the sky.

Lightning still rolled behind the clouds.

But it did not fall.

"He's watching," said Varun quietly beside him.

Poseidon didn't respond. His grip on the Trident had not loosened since the clash.

Messenger from the Storm

Then, without warning, the sea trembled.

The clouds above parted, forming a perfect circle.

A beam of golden light struck down from Olympus, piercing the ocean like a blade. The light didn't burn—it commanded.

The waves around Poseidon stilled completely.

Then a shape formed in the beam—a figure of light, barely human, glowing with crackling divine power.

It was a Celestial Herald—not a god, but something dangerously close.

Its voice echoed like rolling thunder across the reef.

"Poseidon, crowned king of the sea. Zeus sends his message."

Varun stepped forward instinctively, but Poseidon raised one hand.

"Speak," he said, eyes narrowed.

Olympus' Demand

The Herald's voice boomed:

"Withdraw your claim."

"Relinquish the Sea Crown."

"Bow, or face full judgment from the heights of Olympus."

Poseidon's expression didn't change.

"I earned the crown. I bled for it. I was chosen by the sea itself."

The Herald pulsed brighter.

"Divinity is not yours by right of waves. The sea belongs to Olympus."

A silence spread.

Then Poseidon chuckled.

"No. It never did."

He pointed the Trident at the figure.

"Tell Zeus this—"

"I will not kneel to the sky."

"And if he wants war… he'll find the sea doesn't drown easily."

The Herald flared once—then vanished.

The beam of light closed like an eye.

The moment the beam disappeared, the ocean resumed its motion—gently.

But the message was clear.

"That was no warning," Varun said. "That was a final offer."

Poseidon stared at the horizon, eyes calm but cold.

"Then let Olympus come."

"Next time, I won't hold back."

Olympus – Reaction

Lightning flared across the halls of Olympus as the Herald returned.

It knelt before Zeus and repeated the words exactly.

"He said, and I quote, 'Tell Zeus I will not kneel to the sky.'"

For a moment, Zeus said nothing.

Athena stood nearby, watching him.

His hand curled into a fist.

"So be it."

He turned to Hephaestus.

"How soon can the Skybreaker be ready?"

The forge god tilted his head.

"It's untested. It could fracture the sky itself."

"I don't care."

He looked at Hermes next.

"Gather the Stormchasers."

Meanwhile – Lyrielle Watches

Far beneath the sea, in the ruins of the Sirens' cradle, Lyrielle sat on her throne of kelp and pearl.

She had watched everything from afar—through mirror tides and whispering currents.

"So, the gods move."

She smiled, fingers tapping her coral armrest.

"Let them break themselves on the waves."

A Siren priestess bowed before her.

"Shall we intervene?"

Lyrielle shook her head slowly.

"No."

"Let the boy bleed."

"Then we rise."

Poseidon's Reflection

Back at the Coral Veil, night fell like ink into the ocean.

Poseidon wandered alone to the edge of a trench ridge.

The Sea Crown still pulsed against his temples. Not heavy. But never quiet.

He remembered Dominic.

The boy.

The hospital bed.

The world that forgot him.

Now… gods remembered his name.

And they wanted him gone.

He spoke softly to the ocean around him:

"I didn't ask for this. But I won't run from it."

The sea answered only with a whisper.

But that whisper felt like agreement.

Deep beneath the world, deeper than even Lyrielle's reach…

Something moved.

A pulse.

A shiver.

A rumble that made ancient sea beasts flee in silence.

It opened one eye—long shut, buried in the bones of forgotten trenches.

It had no name. Only hunger.

And it had felt the Sea Crown awaken.

The tide would rise again.

But this time…

So would something older than gods.

Olympus was no longer still.

Every forge blazed. Every bell tower rang.

A new kind of energy buzzed through the air—fierce, focused, and sharp enough to split clouds in half.

The Skybreaker Project had been activated.

And no one was allowed near the peak unless summoned directly by Zeus.

The Forbidden Forge

Inside the oldest forge of Olympus—hidden beneath the marble halls—Hephaestus stood with his metal arm deep in a boiling vat of celestial ore.

Each strike of his hammer echoed like distant thunder across the mountains.

The weapon he was building wasn't just steel. It was built with stormstone, titan bone fragments, and a single drop of Zeus's blood.

"Too much power," he muttered, tightening a bolt.

"Too unstable."

But he kept forging anyway.

Beside him, Athena watched in silence.

"This isn't a weapon," she said. "It's a message."

"Good," Hephaestus replied, sparks flying. "Because it'll be the loudest one Olympus has ever sent."

What is the Skybreaker?

They called it Skybreaker, but it was more than a name.

It was a weapon of last resort.

A spear so massive it couldn't be carried by mortals or gods. It would ride the wind, guided by Zeus's will alone, striking like a comet. If it landed—it would not just wound.

It would erase.

It could split the sea.

Even the ocean floor.

Even a god wearing a crown.

Zeus' Command

Later, Zeus arrived.

He wore no armor.

He needed none.

The sky bent as he entered.

Lightning kissed his fingertips.

He watched Hephaestus secure the last metal band around the Skybreaker's shaft.

"It's ready?" Zeus asked.

"Ready enough."

He stepped forward, placing one hand over the weapon.

The room dimmed.

Clouds roared above the ceiling.

Zeus whispered:

"Then let the skies scream."

Meanwhile – The Calm Before the Storm

Poseidon sat cross-legged at the ocean's edge, just outside the Coral Veil.

He didn't move.

Didn't speak.

But the sea around him trembled with tension.

Varun returned, soaked in blood—not his own—but still shaken.

"Scouts saw something," he said.

"Something huge. High in the sky. Too high for us to touch."

Poseidon opened his eyes slowly.

"What did it look like?"

"Like a god's weapon."

He nodded, rising to his feet.

The Sea Crown glinted faintly.

"Then we prepare."

Preparations for Impact

The Coral Veil was reinforced—twice.

Seaweavers wrapped magic around its base. Ancient guardians were awakened from reef cocoons.

And far below, the leviathans stirred.

One by one, Poseidon summoned the old protectors of the deep.

Massive beasts of shell and storm, each tied to his blood.

"Hold the trench," he commanded. "Even if I fall."

They did not speak.

They only bowed.

A Whisper From the Deep

That night, as Poseidon rested briefly on a reef ledge, he heard something…

Not words.

Not from the sea.

But from beneath it.

A deep, throbbing heartbeat.

Something old. Something forgotten.

It shook the bones in his chest.

He looked down.

Far, far down.

The darkness below the ocean floor seemed… to be watching him.

"What are you?" he whispered.

But the ocean gave no answer this time.

Only silence.

And an afterpulse—like a warning.

Olympus Rises to Strike

On the next morning, the clouds over Olympus tore themselves open.

The Skybreaker floated above the world like a second moon—wrapped in lightning, spinning slowly.

The wind screamed as Zeus raised both hands, lifting it higher with every breath.

A ring of stormclouds coiled around the weapon.

And then—he let go.

The sky turned white.

The earth shook.

And the Skybreaker fell.

As the spear cut through the atmosphere like a meteor, Poseidon looked up.

He didn't blink.

He raised the Trident.

Behind him, waves towered.

Around him, the Coral Veil surged.

Above him… the Skybreaker screamed.

"So be it," he said.

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It was like a second sun falling.

The Skybreaker tore through the atmosphere in a screaming trail of white-hot light. The clouds didn't part—they shattered. Wind fled in every direction. The ocean trembled before it even touched the water.

And yet…

Poseidon rose to meet it.

The Leap

From the heart of the Coral Veil, he surged skyward—riding a vertical tide that coiled like a serpent beneath him. The Sea Crown glowed bright across his brow, the Trident spinning in his grip with a low hum of power.

"He's actually going to catch it…" Varun whispered from below.

The other Tideborn scattered, shielding their eyes.

Only the Trench Guardians—massive armored beasts awakened from slumber—watched silently, waiting.

Skybreaker Approaches

The weapon fell faster than thought. It wasn't just metal—it was infused with divine will, carrying the raw force of Olympus behind it. It was meant to destroy—not injure.

To erase.

The closer it got, the more the skies peeled open, revealing its silver core and jagged thunderstone tip.

Lightning curled off it like dragon breath.

You can't block it, a voice whispered in Poseidon's mind.

You can only meet it.

Collision Course

Poseidon didn't falter.

He spun the Trident once—

Then launched himself directly into the path of the Skybreaker.

The moment before impact stretched forever.

His heartbeat slowed.

His eyes sharpened.

He whispered,

"I was born dying. I don't fear it anymore."

And then—

Impact.

The moment the Trident struck the Skybreaker, the world split.

A sphere of pure force erupted from the collision point, flaring white and blue, swallowing clouds, sea, and light in every direction.

Waves were blown back in every direction.

Even Olympus trembled.

Varun was thrown backward, skidding across the reef as a wall of water slammed into him.

When he sat up—half-drenched, coughing—he saw it.

A sphere of still light, suspended midair, where the two weapons had met.

Inside it, frozen in time—

Poseidon holding the Trident with both hands, gritting his teeth.

The Skybreaker pressing against him, still descending.

Neither giving an inch.

"He caught it," Varun gasped.

"He's actually stopping it…"

But then—

Cracks began to spread across the Skybreaker's core.

Olympus Watches

In Olympus, the gods stood stunned.

Zeus watched the vision through the Oracle Mirror, lips tight.

"Impossible…" Hermes muttered.

"He matched it," Athena said quietly.

"No," Zeus growled. "He's bending it."

Poseidon Awakens Something New

Inside the sphere of stillness, Poseidon screamed—not in pain, but in sheer force.

His veins lit up with sea-light.

The Trident pulsed once, then again.

Then it changed.

The metal shifted.

It extended, spiraled.

A third prong unfolded—one lost since the age of Titans.

The true Trident of Poseidon awakened.

And with one final roar—

Poseidon snapped the Skybreaker in half.

Aftermath – Silence

The ocean fell silent.

The clouds stopped moving.

The light dimmed.

From the sky, two pieces of the broken Skybreaker spiraled down and sank into the sea.

Poseidon landed moments later, sinking to one knee on the surface, breathing hard.

Varun rushed to his side.

"You… you shattered it."

Poseidon didn't answer right away.

He stared at the Trident in his hand.

It was no longer humming.

It was singing.

Back in Olympus – Cracks Appear

Zeus stood in silence.

Everyone else waited for him to speak.

But he said nothing.

Instead, his lightning dimmed slightly.

And in that flicker—

Athena smiled.

Just a little.