Although the Abyssal Vortex was a projection of power rather than a true Divine Kingdom, its corrosive aura was an affront to the Dead Sea.
In the next heartbeat, the entire ocean seemed to boil. An infinite, crushing pressure surged toward the vortex from every direction, seeking to shatter the intrusion and swallow the void whole.
Just as I thought. My grasp on the fourth stage of Demigod power is too tenuous. I can't withstand the weight of an ownerless Divine Kingdom.
Let alone devour it.
Recognizing the futility of the standoff, Orion sighed internally and dissolved the Abyssal Vortex.
"Go."
Orion's voice boomed through the water, amplified by the fading magic. "You should cherish the protection your ancestors left you."
"From this day forth, Atlantis shall live in peace with you. We will not extend our reach beyond Current's Bend."
As he spoke, Orion withdrew his divine power, the killing intent that had saturated the water receding rapidly.
