Through Death Did I Finally Understand: Record Of Ragnarok (Poseidon x Adamas)
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Last published Fri, Aug 20, 2021
The moment Poseidon's Trident struck him Adamas thought he was dead
No..... He is dead
Adamas knew he had died yet how come he was still standing. He looked around and understood where he was.
The pitch black sky, the heavy miasma that was so dense that it could even affect a god like him and those disgustingly humongous creatures that had their tongue licking their mouth and saliva drooling out of it, eyes on him, eying him like food.
He recognized these creatures, they were creatures that was made to eat gods. Creatures that has the ability to kill gods and low leveled gods would stand no chance fighting them.
Adamas chuckled, his smirk plastered on his face.
"Ahhh~ so I was brought to hell"
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