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May 29, 2026

The Reclaiming of Eryndor

"What... what are you?" the elder trembled, his voice swallowed by the unnatural silence of the split sea.

Selene did not answer with words; instead, the deep, hollow echoing of the abyss resonated from her chest. The ocean walls stood towering on either side of her, defying gravity like solid glass, trapping thousands of ancient, skeletal remains within their frozen waves. The kingdom watched in absolute horror as the water behind her began to change color, turning from a deep oceanic blue to an ominous, ink-black void.

"You asked for a sacrifice," Selene said, her voice multiplied by a thousand drowned souls. "But you forgot who commanded the tides before your ancestors built their walls."

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