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... His chest heaved, muscles straining, but his grip on the great club had not loosened. It was no mortal weapon—it had been fashioned from the trunk of a sacred olive tree blessed by Athena herself. The weapon thrummed in his hands, heavy as fate, and each swing echoed like thunder through the valley.
From the cliff above, mortals watched in silence. Farmers, shepherds, villagers—they had fled the flooding tides, only to see a war between gods unfold on their doorstep. None dared speak th ...
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