The tribe hidden on the other side of the world is protected by the God of the Sea. Everyone is afraid of Poseidon because they know that the life of the tribe is in their hands.
This is a gift given to us by the God of the Sea, beautiful scenery, tender sea fish, and a dazzling array of jewelry. Our people have always been blessed by the sea god.
Until now.
Poseidon is dead.
The abyss rolled in unbridled and swept away all the food of the tribe. As if to retaliate against Poseidon for suppressing him, on the god's festival day every month, huge waves surge in and the moonlight shines down.
The earth is illuminated, which is the resurrection of the night.
That night, the prophet had a dream.
Poseidon is about to be resurrected, the blood and flesh of the sons of men.
The day the sharks reappear will be the time when the filth will be eliminated.
At the end of the orbit, the sun reappears in the sky.