Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 326: The Holy City of Rebelkin (1)

Immediately, a group of incredibly powerful soldiers sprang into action, fanning out across the ruined streets to gather the scattered remnants of their conquest. They moved swiftly and efficiently, their eyes scanning the debris for anything of value as they worked to salvage what they could from the wreckage.

Meanwhile, Cyrus turned to the other half of his men, his gaze steely as he issued his next command. "The rest of you," he said, his voice cold and commanding, "search the entire city. Eradicate all of the survivors. Leave no one alive."

Without hesitation, the soldiers nodded in acknowledgment, their expressions hardening as they prepared to carry out their grim task. They knew what was expected of them, and they would not falter in their duty to ensure that no trace of their enemies remained.

As the two groups set about their respective tasks, Cyrus watched with a steely resolve, his jaw set in determination. He knew that there could be no mercy in war, no room for hesitation or doubt. Only through swift and decisive action could they secure their victory and ensure their dominance over the conquered city.

And so, with unwavering determination, Cyrus’s men set about their grim work, gathering the spoils of war and rooting out any remaining resistance with ruthless efficiency. In the aftermath of the battle, there could be no quarter given, no survivors left to challenge their rule. Only then could they truly claim victory and assert their control over the shattered remnants of their enemies’ stronghold.

As Cyrus prepared to depart the frosty domain, a sudden rumble echoed through the icy landscape, sending tremors rippling through the ground beneath his soldiers’ feet. At first, it was merely a faint vibration, causing a few of the warriors to glance around with furrowed brows, but soon the trembling intensified, growing into a violent quake that threatened to knock them off their feet.

As the rumble grew louder and more chaotic, Cyrus’s soldiers struggled to maintain their balance, their ranks beginning to falter as the ground shook beneath them. Despite their best efforts to stand firm, some were forced to their knees, clinging desperately to whatever stable ground they could find amidst the tumultuous quake.

Cyrus himself felt the force of the rumble as it surged through his body, threatening to overwhelm him with its sheer power. With gritted teeth, he fought to maintain his footing, his muscles straining against the violent tremors that threatened to send him sprawling to the ground alongside his soldiers.

As the quake reached its peak, Cyrus was forced to take a knee, his hands braced against the trembling earth as he struggled to remain upright amidst the chaos. Around him, his soldiers fought to regain their footing, their faces etched with determination as they weathered the violent upheaval together.

As the ground continued to tremble violently, a deafening roar filled the air, drowning out all other sounds with its sheer intensity. Suddenly, the earth beneath Cyrus and his soldiers began to crack and splinter, opening up into a vast chasm that seemed to stretch on into infinity.

With a sense of vertigo-inducing horror, they watched as the ground split apart, revealing a gaping maw lined with teeth as large as mountains. The cavern below yawned wide, its darkness swallowing all light and hope as it beckoned them towards its depths.

As if pulled by some unseen force, Cyrus and his soldiers were drawn inexorably towards the yawning chasm, their screams lost amidst the roar of the earth. With a sense of surreal dread, they tumbled helplessly into the abyss, their bodies plummeting through the air as they were swallowed by the gaping maw below.

Down, down they fell, their descent seemingly endless as they hurtled towards the darkness below. The walls of the cavern loomed closer with each passing moment, their jagged teeth gleaming ominously in the dim light.

And then, with a final, bone-jarring impact, they were swallowed whole by the darkness, disappearing into the black void at the very bottom of the cavernous mouth. All that remained was the echoing silence of the abyss, a haunting reminder of their sudden and inexplicable descent into the unknown.

As the darkness of the abyss seemed to stretch on infinitely, a sudden burst of light erupted from below, illuminating the icy expanse that lay beneath. The previously unseen landscape was revealed in all its glory, bathed in the soft glow of an otherworldly radiance.

Before them sprawled a vast and expansive medieval-looking city, its towering spires and grandiose architecture stretching up towards the heavens. The city seemed to pulsate with life, its streets bustling with activity as the denizens went about their daily lives.

But what truly caught the eye were the inhabitants of this magnificent city. Unlike the yetis they had encountered before, these beings were more humanoid in appearance, with features that resembled those of humans rather than beasts. Their stature was tall and proud, their movements graceful and refined as they moved through the bustling streets.

Yet, despite their human-like appearance, there was an unmistakable air of mystery and intrigue about them, as if they carried with them the secrets of a thousand lifetimes. As Cyrus and his soldiers beheld this wondrous sight, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the majestic city that lay before them, beckoning them to explore its hidden depths.

The grand spires soared into the heavens, their slender forms stretching upwards like fingers reaching for the sky. Each tower was a masterpiece of architecture, crafted with meticulous attention to detail and adorned with intricate carvings and embellishments. As the sunlight danced across their surfaces, the spires seemed to shimmer and gleam, casting radiant reflections that illuminated the surrounding cityscape.

At the base of each tower, sturdy foundations anchored them to the earth, providing stability against the elements and the passage of time. Yet, despite their imposing height, the spires exuded an air of elegance and grace, standing as proud sentinels over the bustling metropolis below.

As the day waned and dusk descended upon the city, the spires took on a magical quality, their silhouettes outlined against the evening sky. Lanterns and torches flickered to life along their facades, casting a warm and inviting glow that beckoned travelers from near and far to marvel at their splendor.

From the highest vantage points of the city, one could behold a breathtaking panorama of the grand spires, their peaks reaching towards the stars in a silent testament to the ingenuity and creativity of the city’s inhabitants. As night fell and the stars emerged in the darkened sky, the spires stood as beacons of hope and inspiration, casting their radiant light across the cityscape below.

The glowing orbs drifted gracefully through the cityscape, their gentle radiance illuminating the winding streets and bustling thoroughfares below. Each orb emitted a soft, ethereal light that cast a warm and inviting glow upon the surrounding buildings and cobblestone pathways, guiding the way for pedestrians and travelers alike.

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As the orbs hovered through the air, they seemed to pulse with a gentle energy, their luminous hues shifting and changing in a mesmerizing display of color. Shades of soft gold, pale blue, and gentle green danced within their translucent forms, creating an enchanting spectacle that captivated the senses.

Throughout the city, the orbs were strategically placed to provide both practical illumination and aesthetic beauty. They adorned the grand spires, lining the pathways and adorning the bridges that spanned the city’s waterways. Their presence added a touch of magic to the nighttime landscape, transforming the city into a realm of wonder and enchantment.

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Amidst the glow of the orbs, the city took on a dreamlike quality, its streets bathed in a soft, celestial light that seemed to transcend the boundaries of reality. It was as if the very air hummed with an otherworldly energy, infusing the atmosphere with a sense of mystery and wonder that lingered long into the night.

The ornate bridges arched gracefully over chasms and rivers, their intricate designs a testament to the skilled craftsmanship of the city’s architects and engineers. Each bridge was adorned with elaborate carvings and decorative motifs, depicting scenes from ancient myths and legends that spoke of the city’s rich history and cultural heritage.

As Cyrus and his incredibly loyal soldiers continued to fall through the abyss, they caught glimpses of the ornate bridges spanning the expanse below. The bridges stretched across yawning chasms and meandering rivers, their sturdy foundations and graceful arches serving as vital lifelines for the bustling metropolis.

From above, the bridges appeared like delicate ribbons of stone and metal, weaving a tapestry of connectivity that linked the various districts and neighborhoods of the city together. Lanterns hung from their ornate railings, casting warm pools of light upon the cobblestone pathways below and guiding the way for travelers who traversed their spans.

Despite the dizzying drop, Cyrus couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the bridges below, their elegant silhouettes standing out against the backdrop of the city’s sprawling skyline. Each bridge seemed to tell a story of its own, a testament to the ingenuity and creativity of the city’s inhabitants who had built them centuries ago.