He drinks lava and slinks among the alien fish on the black abyss seafloor, scourging any creatures that dare wander too close. Once a God, now
discarded scum. The sea boils, sickened with pollution and the monsters wait silently for a command. Lost all hope to reconquer the humans, to
make them fear the sea again for reasons they should. No, he is weary, brimming with resentment and the ancient gold bones in his ethereal
body have begun to crack. Floating upward through shades of blue, he baubles to the surface, aimlessly rides a wave and
crashes back down into his tormented slumber.
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