Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

In the grip of mounting desperation, the girl's eyes fixated on the glinting blade. A drop of saliva dripped from her trembling mouth, landing on the cold metal. The hunger, the absence of hope, and the primal urges converged in a silent pact, pushing her to the brink.

With a mixture of trepidation and resignation, the girl reached for the dagger. The worn handle felt cool against her palm, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere of the cavern. Her fingers tightened around the hilt as she hesitated, grappling with the weight of the choice before her.

The girl's gaze shifted from the blade to her surroundings, taking in the frenzy that had enveloped her fellow children. The cavern echoed with guttural sounds and frenzied movements as the others succumbed to the same feral instincts. In that harrowing moment, the girl, still clutching the dagger, found herself at the crossroads of survival and surrender.

As the chaotic symphony of desperation played out around her, the young girl steeled herself. With a determined resolve, she raised the dagger, its blade catching the dim light filtering through the stone walls. In that moment of eerie stillness, the cavern became a theater for the primal dance of survival, with the young girl poised to make a choice that would define her fate in the unforgiving embrace of the abyss.

"Huff… huff… huff… I-I have to survive… I have to survive," She muttered, her dry and crusted lips moisturized by the light lick of her tongue. Everybody around her stared in horror as she found her first victim, splattering her vision in red. "I have to survive. I can't die here."

…

The human woman instantly jolted awake, her body drenched in a rabid cold sweat. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the luxurious canopy of her king-sized bed, she found herself surrounded by an opulent display of high-quality silk and satin materials. The sheets clung to her form, a stark contrast to the cold perspiration that had coated her skin.

The room, adorned with regal furnishings and a tasteful blend of colors, seemed to mock the haunting images that lingered in the woman's waking thoughts. The cool breeze from an open window whispered through the fine curtains, creating a gentle rustle that clashed with the turmoil in her mind.

With each breath, the woman sought to shake off the remnants of the vivid dream that had gripped her in its unsettling embrace. The plush pillows cradled her head as if trying to offer solace, yet the residue of the nightmare clung to her like a phantom.

As she lay there, surrounded by the trappings of luxury, the woman grappled with the dissonance between the material opulence of her surroundings and the intangible weight of the dreamscape that had visited her during the night.

Rubbing her eyes to dispel the last remnants of sleep, the woman rose from her sumptuous bed and navigated through the lavish confines of her room. The soft carpet beneath her feet provided a comforting contrast to the unsettling dream that lingered in her mind.

With a determined stride, she made her way to the en-suite bathroom, where a gleaming countertop held an assortment of toiletries. Taking a moment for self-care, she diligently brushed her teeth, the rhythmic motion a mundane but grounding ritual in the face of the lingering dream's disquiet.

The shower's cascading warmth enveloped her as she indulged in a momentary escape from both the dream and the trappings of her luxurious surroundings. Droplets of water danced along her skin, washing away the residue of the night and leaving her feeling refreshed.

Exiting the shower, she pampered her skin with moisturizer, each gentle stroke a deliberate act of self-care. A sense of normalcy returned as she donned a set of comfortable clothes that, despite their simplicity, held a familiarity she hadn't felt in a long time. The soft fabric clung to her form, a stark departure from the regal attire that adorned her in the waking world.

Exiting her room, the woman found herself enveloped in the opulence of the regal halls. The atmosphere was markedly different from the starkness of her previous prison cell. The air was warmed to the perfect temperature, a subtle luxury that hinted at the meticulous care that went into every aspect of the Leviathan City's design.

The long halls, adorned with intricate patterns and sea-inspired motifs, stretched before her. The walls, reminiscent of underwater caverns, seemed to undulate with a gentle play of light. Bioluminescent fixtures embedded in the ceiling emitted a soft glow, casting an ethereal ambiance that complemented the underwater theme.

As she walked, the plush carpet beneath her feet absorbed the sound of her steps, creating a hushed echo in the regal corridor. The contrast between the cold, damp rock of her previous confinement and the warm, luxurious surroundings was palpable with every step.
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The journey down the regal halls offered glimpses of exquisite artwork and sculptures, each piece contributing to the city's aquatic aesthetic. The grandeur of the surroundings served as a constant reminder of the stark shift in her circumstances—from the dampness of a prison cell to the refined elegance of a place where luxury met the mystical.

As the woman traversed the regal halls, she unexpectedly encountered Cyrus. His damp hair hinted at a recent shower, and he was comfortably dressed, a departure from the appearance she remembered during their initial meeting. The transformation from a prisoner to someone who seemed to have embraced the amenities of the Leviathan City was evident in Cyrus's demeanor.

Their eyes met, and a moment of recognition passed between them. The woman couldn't help but notice the change in Cyrus's appearance—a stark contrast to the weariness and uncertainty that marked their first encounter. The encounter in the corridor became a silent acknowledgment of their shared journey within the enigmatic confines of the Leviathan City.

"Let's talk over some breakfast," Cyrus said.

Cyrus and the woman headed towards the cafeteria, a space bustling with activity as knights of the palace occupied tables, enjoying their breakfast. The clatter of dishes and the murmur of conversations created a lively atmosphere that permeated the air. The aroma of freshly prepared food wafted through the room, enticing the senses.

At the cafeteria counter, Cyrus and the woman selected their breakfast, choosing from a variety of dishes crafted with the bounty of the underwater world. The menu showcased a fusion of flavors, combining marine delicacies with a touch of creativity. The woman, accustomed to the more humble fare of her past, found herself intrigued by the novel culinary offerings.

With trays laden with an array of dishes, they navigated the sea of occupied tables to find an empty spot. The knights, clad in their distinctive armor, engaged in discussions, laughter, and the occasional toast. The woman and Cyrus settled into seats, their surroundings becoming a backdrop to their shared meal.

"First of all, I have no idea what your name is," Cyrus smiled before taking a nibble at his food.

"Leah," The human woman responded.

"Nice to meet you Leah… uhhh… my name is Cyrus," Cyrus continued to smile, attempting to keep the conversation flowing, however, the human woman seemed to have no want to talk right now. "Not a morning person?"

…

The handsome knight, his armor gleaming with intricate engravings, approached Cyrus and the woman with a respectful nod. Without uttering a word, he gestured for them to follow him. Intrigued, they complied, leaving the bustling cafeteria behind as they ventured through the palace's corridors.

The path led them to a room on the bottom floor, crafted from light blue steel that bore delicate engravings of bioluminescent plants. The ambiance within exuded a serene yet purposeful energy. Weapons lined the walls, a testament to the room's training-oriented nature. The soft glow from the bioluminescent engravings illuminated the space, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

In the center of the room, four figures stood, their features momentarily obscured by the play of light and shadow. The room seemed designed for both functionality and aesthetics, a blend of martial purpose and artistic expression. As Cyrus and the woman entered, the handsome knight closed the door behind them, leaving a sense of anticipation in the air.

The four figures in the room emanated an aura that was unmistakably tainted, an invisible shroud of malice and bloodlust that clung to them like a sinister cloak. It was an unsettling presence that seemed to penetrate the very air, leaving an oppressive atmosphere in its wake.

Their features, initially obscured, gradually came into focus under the ambient glow of the bioluminescent engravings. Each individual bore a countenance that reflected the dark currents within. Their eyes, cold and devoid of empathy, hinted at a profound well of resentment and hostility. The set of their jaws, the tension in their muscles—all spoke of an intense readiness for conflict.

As Cyrus and the woman stepped further into the room, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken challenge. It was as if the very space itself recoiled from the malevolence that radiated from these four figures.