"What is the prophecy?"
From behind the recently assembled Atlantians, a figure emerged- grander than those present and his power so immense it caused the other Astral Core Ascension Atlantians to part instinctively.
This was one of the Tribe Kings, one of the Nine who ruled the Atlantian Behemoth Tribe.
A blue crown spun above his head as the Oracle of the Sea turned toward him, reverence in her eyes, and began to recite what had been passed down.
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"Beware the Heart that hums beneath the skies,
Its song shall wake the drowned and make them rise.
The pools of Thalassara glisten false and bright,
But those who bathe shall steal our birthright.
An empire born not of soil but tide,
Will wash away the truths we hold with pride.
Let not the False Sea King wear crown or crest,
For his dream will shatter all we've blessed.
Strike before the flood consumes our name,
Or sink forgotten, stripped of power and flame."
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