Reincarnated As Poseidon

The skies above the sea had darkened into a storm so vast it swallowed the horizon. Thunder cracked like breaking worlds, and lightning split the clouds, illuminating the battlefield where gods now waged war against the sea.

Poseidon stood atop a colossal wave, his trident raised. The ocean swirled around him, answering his will with terrifying precision.

"You were warned," he said coldly, voice rippling through air and water alike. "Now feel what the gods buried and forgot."

Zephyros hovered above, wings spread wide, Aetherfang drawn back for a second throw. "You were once a boy named Dominic. That humanity is gone now, and with it, your mercy."

"I remember him," Poseidon answered. "I carry his pain, his hopes… and his rage. This is not about mercy anymore. It's about balance."

With that, Poseidon struck.

The wave beneath him surged forward, not as water—but as a living force. It rose like a beast, its surface shifting into serpentine shapes, water dragons and kraken-like limbs lashing toward Olympus' forces.

Athena moved first.

She summoned her shield, Aegis, and with a shout, she deflected one of the water beasts, but the force sent her spiraling. She landed on a floating rock, panting, soaked, eyes wide with disbelief.

Seraphin responded with fire.

A massive spiral of flame erupted from her hands, forming a burning phoenix that soared toward Poseidon.

But Poseidon didn't flinch.

He simply lowered his trident.

The sea rose like a curtain, extinguishing the phoenix mid-flight. Steam erupted, hissing violently as the ocean boiled.

Poseidon's eyes locked onto Seraphin. "Your fire has no place in the sea."

Then the water itself wrapped around her.

It moved with speed beyond comprehension, coiling like a serpent and dragging her beneath the waves. Her scream echoed, then vanished.

"Seraphin!" Zephyros roared, diving toward her, Aetherfang blazing.

But the water fought back. It rose in columns, pushing him away, forcing him to fight just to reach her.

Poseidon watched from above, calm as a storm's eye.

"You came to destroy me. Now the sea will test you."

---

Far below – the deep ocean

Seraphin was trapped beneath the waves, struggling against the crushing pressure. But the sea wouldn't let her die—it kept her there, suspended, restrained.

In the darkness, she saw something.

Eyes.

Massive, ancient, glowing with eerie blue light.

The Leviathan.

It circled beneath her, watching, judging.

Seraphin's flame flickered dimly as fear gripped her.

The sea had gods too.

---

Back above – the surface battle

Zephyros was losing ground. Every strike he made, the ocean answered in kind. His lightning was absorbed. His wind scattered.

Poseidon descended, walking on the water as if it were solid ground.

"This war will not end the way you think," he said to Zephyros. "You feared Thalorin. You buried him. But I am not Thalorin. I am balance."

Zephyros gritted his teeth, blood on his lip. "Balance? This is chaos!"

"No," Poseidon said quietly. "This is the sea. And you cannot control it."

He raised his hand.

Behind him, the ocean formed a massive tidal wall, hundreds of feet high. At its peak, water twisted into the shape of a colossal trident, aimed at Olympus' army.

Zephyros shouted. "Fall back!"

But the wave fell.

A wall of water crashed down with the force of a collapsing mountain. Olympus' warriors were scattered, some vanishing beneath the flood, others barely escaping into the sky.

And then, silence.

Only the ocean remained, calm again, as Poseidon hovered above the still water.

Aegirion flew to his side, breathless. "You defeated them."

Poseidon looked to the distant horizon. "No. I warned them. Next time, I will not."

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Olympus – Celestial Realm

Zephyros, battered and soaked, stumbled through the divine gates. Athena followed, pale and silent. Seraphin was carried behind them, barely breathing.

The council had been broken.

And now, the gods truly feared the sea.

The ocean had calmed. The battlefield was gone, swallowed beneath the waves. Only the sound of the sea remained—a steady, rhythmic pulse, like the heartbeat of something ancient awakening.

Poseidon stood atop a silent swell, staring into the horizon.

Aegirion hovered nearby, still shaken by the sheer force Poseidon had unleashed. He glanced at the sky, where no divine light returned. Olympus had withdrawn.

"They'll be back," Aegirion said quietly. "You know they will."

Poseidon nodded slowly. "Yes. And I'll be waiting."

He turned his gaze downward.

Far beneath them, hidden deep within the ocean's embrace, was a city long abandoned… Atlantis.

The lost kingdom.

The first dominion of the sea.

Poseidon's voice was low, almost reverent. "It's time."

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Beneath the Waves – Approaching Atlantis

As they descended, the water grew darker, colder. The pressure here would have crushed any mortal form, but Poseidon moved through it with ease. Around him, ancient fish fled, sensing the return of something they thought extinct.

Atlantis came into view—a vast ruin of spiraling towers, broken domes, and shattered bridges. The city was cloaked in silence, draped in glowing algae and coral.

Aegirion slowed. "No one has ruled here since the sea gods vanished."

"Then it's time it had a king again," Poseidon replied.

He stepped onto the ocean floor, trident in hand.

With a wave, he cleared the silt and decay, revealing a grand temple at the heart of the ruins. Its gates, once sealed, groaned open as the water obeyed his will.

Inside, the Throne of Atlantis awaited.

Not like the Throne of Tides—this one was carved from obsidian and pearl, its arms shaped like crashing waves. Ancient runes pulsed faintly across its surface.

Poseidon approached, the weight of memory pressing against him.

He remembered… not as Dominic, but as something older.

Flashes of battles. Of ruling. Of betrayal.

He had sat here once before.

And now, he would again.

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Olympus – Celestial Court

Zephyros stood at the edge of a divine mirror, watching the waters churn far below.

"He's claimed Atlantis," Athena said, her arms crossed tightly.

Zephyros didn't respond.

"Atlantis was neutral," she continued. "It kept the sea stable. If Poseidon controls it, he controls more than the tides—he controls the ley lines beneath the ocean. Power flows through that city."

Zephyros clenched his fist. "He's making his move. If we let him solidify his rule there, the sea will become a realm we cannot touch."

Eshkar, the god of shadows, emerged from the mist. "Then we strike first—burn Atlantis."

Athena looked between them, her voice cold. "If you destroy Atlantis, you risk the entire ocean collapsing into chaos."

"Better chaos than Poseidon ruling the seas," Eshkar hissed.

Zephyros raised his hand. "Prepare the arsenal. We end this before it begins."

---

Back in Atlantis

Poseidon sat on the throne, eyes closed.

The city stirred.

Old mechanisms, ancient wards, and forgotten powers began to wake. The ley lines pulsed beneath his feet, channeling energy directly into him. His power was stabilizing—no longer raw, no longer shifting between mortal and divine.

He was becoming the true god of the sea.

And as Atlantis lit up, glowing once more with its ancient brilliance, Poseidon opened his eyes.

"They're coming again," he said.

This time, he would not defend.

He would conquer.

The city pulsed.

Atlantis, long dormant beneath the crushing depths, now glowed with new life. Towering coral spires repaired themselves as magic flowed through ancient veins. Obsidian roads reformed, bridges knit together, and the colossal dome above the throne began to shimmer with a faint golden hue. It was as if the city had been waiting—for centuries—for this moment.

For his return.

Poseidon stood at the heart of it all, trident in hand, watching the resurrection unfold. The ley lines beneath the city glowed brighter with each heartbeat, pumping power into his veins like blood through a titan.

"This power," Aegirion murmured beside him, barely able to stand in its presence, "it's… overwhelming."

Poseidon's voice was calm. "Atlantis was the seat of balance. The ocean's core. And now, it is mine."

A gust of water swept through the temple, not from currents, but from intention. The ocean was no longer passive. It was awakening.

And it had a king again.

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Olympus – Celestial Arsenal Vault

Deep within the vaults of Olympus, guarded for millennia, sat a weapon untouched since the First War of the Realms.

The Starfire Lance.

Zephyros stood before it, flanked by Athena and Eshkar. The weapon floated within a prism of light, humming with ancient destruction.

"Are you mad?" Athena hissed, her gaze locked on Zephyros. "That lance is forbidden. If used against Atlantis, it could destroy the ocean itself!"

Zephyros's eyes were grim, set with resolve. "If Poseidon controls Atlantis, he controls the world's pulse. The ley lines, the tides, the storms. Even time bends around that city. If we let him hold it—he'll be unstoppable."

Eshkar grinned. "Then let's burn it. Let's erase Atlantis once and for all."

Athena stepped forward, blocking their path. "There's still time for diplomacy."

"Diplomacy?" Zephyros barked. "He drowned half our forces. Crushed our power. He will not negotiate. He warned us."

Athena's gaze flicked to the Starfire Lance. "If you fire that… you end more than Poseidon. You end life beneath the sea. Everything."

Zephyros didn't waver.

"I will take that risk."

---

Back in Atlantis – The First Defense

The ocean shifted.

Poseidon felt it—a ripple of dread, like the sea itself recoiling. His eyes narrowed.

"They're preparing something," he said aloud. "Something that will strike beyond blades and magic."

Aegirion's face paled. "A weapon?"

Poseidon nodded. "The Starfire Lance. I remember it… buried in Olympus. A spear forged to kill gods and destroy realms. They plan to use it."

"And Atlantis?"

"It won't survive."

Poseidon turned toward the heart of the city.

He extended his hand—and the ocean answered.

Walls of water rose, forming barriers around the city. The dome above shimmered with protective runes. But it wouldn't be enough—not against that weapon.

Poseidon looked to Aegirion. "Get to the surface. Rally the sea clans. If they fire that lance, I must meet it head-on."

Aegirion hesitated. "You could die."

Poseidon's gaze was steady. "Then I die as a god—not hiding beneath waves, but standing in their face."

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Olympus – Firing the Lance

High above the world, atop the Celestial Spire, Zephyros raised the Starfire Lance.

The sky turned black.

Lightning crackled violently. Storms howled across the heavens. The lance drew power from every corner of Olympus, glowing like a dying star.

"Now!" Eshkar shouted.

Zephyros launched it.

The lance tore through the air, a comet of pure annihilation, descending toward Atlantis.

---

Poseidon's Stand

Poseidon saw it coming.

A star streaking across the ocean sky, growing brighter with every breath.

He rose above Atlantis, trident in hand, and the sea rose with him—forming a colossal shield, an entire ocean between the city and death.

"Not today," Poseidon whispered.

He hurled his trident.

It collided with the lance— and the world exploded.