Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

Empowered by his mastery and inner strength, Cyrus maintained the relentless downpour until the hounds, one by one, succumbed to the overwhelming force of the water magic. Their frenetic snarls ebbed into whimpers, and their resistance faltered.

As the chamber gradually fell silent, the water subsided, leaving the defeated hounds sprawled on the ground, their rabid frenzy quelled. Their heaving breaths marked the end of the chaotic battle that had tested Cyrus's skills and resilience.

Cyrus, standing amidst the aftermath, caught his breath, his body still empowered by the lingering force of the giants. The chamber, once filled with the tumultuous clash of combat, now lay quiet, save for the fading echoes of the fierce struggle that had transpired.

The battle against the rabid hounds had come to a resolute end, leaving Cyrus amidst a scene of victory and relief. The ferocity of his physicality and the precision of his water magic had ensured his survival, but the encounter had also served as a stark reminder of the unrelenting dangers that awaited in the depths of the Leviathan's Grave.

"Huff… huff… huff… I wonder if Seber even realizes I'm gone." Cyrus wondered, but little did he know, that this dungeon was a special place. Time here worked differently as opposed to outside of it. And he'll soon come to figure that out.

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A couple of days later, after multiple tumultuous battles and a plethora of injuries that he was forced to take care of with the bare minimum amount of resources, he finally reached something. Something that caused him to raise an eyebrow.

In the heart of the labyrinthine passages, Cyrus encountered a peculiar dead end. At the terminus stood a magnificent statue, a fusion of Poseidon in a form that defied conventional depiction. The statue portrayed Poseidon in an enigmatic form, a melding of the divine and the aquatic.

The sculpture depicted a striking figure, resembling a hybrid of man and leviathan. Poseidon's features retained a humanoid form but with subtle leviathan-esque traits. His visage held an air of regality, with piercing eyes and a stern countenance, exuding a commanding presence.

What made the statue truly unusual were the colossal angelic wings unfurled behind the figure. The wings, adorned with intricate, ethereal feathers, spread in an imposing display, an anomaly that seemed at odds with the aquatic nature of Poseidon. They gleamed with an otherworldly radiance, appearing almost weightless despite their colossal size.

The statue's posture exuded a sense of both strength and grace, its form frozen in an eternal stance as if prepared for flight or a ruling decree. Poseidon's hands held an ornate trident, a symbol of his authority over the seas, its intricate design adding to the statue's air of mystique.

Cyrus, standing before this breathtaking depiction of Poseidon in a hybrid form, felt a sense of awe and reverence. The sculpture's enigmatic combination of divine and aquatic elements, coupled with the unexpected angelic wings, left an indelible impression, hinting at deeper mysteries that lay within the Leviathan's Grave.

Approaching the statue of the enigmatic Poseidon, Cyrus surveyed its intricacies with a mixture of curiosity. He studied every detail etched into the stone, tracing the contours of the sculpture's base with careful scrutiny.

Cyrus's keen eyes swept over the ornate carvings, examining the base of the statue in meticulous detail. Each chiseled mark seemed to hold significance, adding layers of mystery to the already enigmatic depiction of Poseidon.

As he delved deeper into his examination, Cyrus's gaze fixated on a seemingly unassuming part of the statue's base. Among the elaborate designs and intricate patterns, his perceptive eyes discerned a small, inconspicuous button nestled within the stone.

The discovery sent a surge of anticipation coursing through Cyrus. The button, barely noticeable amidst the elaborate stonework, hinted at a hidden mechanism. It appeared seamlessly integrated into the base, almost camouflaged within the grandeur of the statue.

With a sense of intrigue and an eagerness to uncover the secrets within the Leviathan's Grave, Cyrus hesitated to press the button, knowing it might unveil a hidden path or trigger an unexpected mechanism. He chose to linger momentarily, contemplating the potential consequences of his actions before deciding to activate the concealed mechanism.

As Cyrus pressed the button, an unexpected and abrupt event unfolded. The statue of Poseidon, seemingly solid stone moments ago, began to ripple and distort. With a surreal fluidity, the sculpture transformed, morphing into an icy cascade of frigid ocean water that gushed forth from the statue's base.

In an instant, the chamber was engulfed in an eerie deluge, the icy waters rushing forth with an unrelenting force. The once-stationary sculpture dissolved into a torrent, its stone form yielding to a frigid, unfathomable sea that surged toward Cyrus.

Reacting with instinctual urgency, Cyrus darted away from the cascading deluge, his heart pounding with the adrenaline of imminent danger. The once-still chamber now echoed with the tumultuous rush of the icy waters, and the encroaching flood forced him to hasten his escape.

He sprinted through the labyrinthine passages, the icy waters gaining on him with every step. The frigid deluge surged forward, filling the narrow corridors and leaving him with no choice but to hasten his retreat. The sound of rushing water reverberated through the chamber, a chilling symphony that heightened the urgency of his escape.

As the water level rose, he realized his path was quickly becoming impassable. With no other option available, he leaped into the icy waters and began to swim. The chilling embrace of the oceanic torrent surrounded him as he propelled himself forward with urgent strokes, his muscles straining against the relentless current.
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The cavern, now a subaqueous maze, offered a treacherous route back. With each stroke, the frigid waters impeded his progress, the currents pulling and pushing him in a tumultuous struggle. The echoes of the rushing flood accompanied him as he navigated the submerged passages.

Cyrus, fueled by determination and an unwavering will to survive, pushed himself against the icy torrent, striving to outpace the flood that relentlessly pursued him. The water, carrying an undeniable force, urged him onward, its icy embrace a constant reminder of the urgency of his escape.

Struggling against the powerful current, he fought to make headway, pushing through the turbulent waters that filled the labyrinthine passages. Every stroke was an arduous battle against the frigid deluge, each breath a gasp for air amidst the chilling embrace of the surging flood.

With each powerful stroke, he surged forward, fighting against the relentless pull of the icy waters. The labyrinthine chambers, now submerged, offered a perilous route back, but his unwavering resolve and physical prowess drove him onward. The frigid ocean's relentless surge was no match for his determination as he battled against the encroaching flood, striving to make his escape from the watery labyrinth of the Leviathan's Grave.

With the water level rapidly rising, Cyrus felt the harrowing pressure of the encroaching flood. Despite his desperate efforts, the surging tide gained on him, rendering his attempts to outpace it futile. Knowing he had only moments before the water overwhelmed him, he drew a final, deep breath, preparing for a daring plunge.

Feeling the icy waters envelop him, he took the plunge, diving beneath the surface, his muscles tensing against the chilling embrace of the torrent. As he submerged, the turbulent currents pushed and pulled at him, threatening to disrupt his progress.

In the depths of the submerged labyrinth, he navigated the icy waters, the force of the deluge pressing against him. With a sense of urgency and a fading breath, he scanned his surroundings, searching for any opening that might offer refuge.

To his relief, he noticed small, almost imperceptible pockets and gaps within the walls of the submerged passages. The labyrinthine chambers harbored these tiny crevices, offering a sliver of hope amidst the encroaching flood. Though small, the pockets seemed to provide brief reprieves from the surging waters.

With a renewed sense of determination, Cyrus propelled himself towards one of these narrow openings in the wall. The icy waters pressed against him as he maneuvered through the confined space, his movements fueled by the urgency of his need for air.

The narrow pocket offered a fleeting sanctuary, allowing him a brief respite from the unforgiving currents. He clung to the small space, taking a desperate gulp of air before pressing onward, the freezing waters a constant reminder of the need for haste.

Navigating through these sporadic openings, Cyrus fought against the relentless pull of the deluge, each pocket providing a fleeting escape from the surging flood. The labyrinth of small crevices within the walls offered a precarious route to survival, albeit in brief intervals.

With each narrow passage he found, he grasped a momentary reprieve, taking precious breaths of air before advancing to the next opening. The challenge lay not only in navigating the confined pockets but also in preserving the precious air that sustained him.

With each brief respite, Cyrus pushed forward, the tiny openings within the labyrinthine walls guiding him, offering intermittent relief from the relentless surge of the icy waters. Each fleeting escape brought him one step closer to survival as he struggled against the tumultuous flood in the Leviathan's Grave.