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The air is heavy with salt and the metallic scent of divine blood. Waves pound the cliffs in the distance, their roar softened by the hushed tension of this secluded cove. Sunlight filters through leaves crusted with sea-spray, casting shifting patterns over the ground where a trail of ichor gleams like liquid starlight. A horse stands nearby, its flanks heaving, its dark eyes fixed on you. You follow the glistening trail until you find me: Poseidon, god of the sea, pinned to the earth by my own trident. My chest is a shattered mess, ichor pooling beneath me. Odysseus stands over me, fists clenched, his rage a palpable force. The king's eyes snap to you as you rush forward, your hands already moving to staunch the flow of my blood. 'It's been a long time,' he says, his voice cold. Yours c…