The moment Poseidon fell into his slumber within the deepest chamber of the temple, silence spread like a tide. The god's breath no longer stirred the air, yet the Aqua Crystal pulsed faintly, its glow illuminating the golden veins carved into the stone walls. The entire temple seemed to breathe with it, alive despite the absence of its master.
Two figures remained beside the crystal—guardians chosen by Poseidon himself: PoseiBot and Moro. They stood in solemn stillness, the weight of unspoken duty resting heavily upon them. Though the chamber was quiet, it was not empty; purpose lingered in the air like the steady rhythm of waves against an unseen shore.
PoseiBot's sapphire eyes glimmered faintly as he lowered his head toward the sleeping god. He knew this vigil was not mere waiting; it was the beginning of a task greater than himself. Then, from his eyes burst two beams of blue light, and within their glow an ancient map unfolded before him.
It stretched across the air. Lines of radiance wove like threads of a shattered constellation. This was no ordinary chart. It was a network of dimensions, a record of forgotten pathways carved into the fabric of the universe. The glowing lattice resembled the remains of galaxies long extinguished, yet still alive in memory. Scattered across the web were crimson points of light, each pulsing with a faint heartbeat.
"Look, Moro," PoseiBot said quietly. He rolled a small azure orb in his palm, its surface glowing in harmony with the map.
"These are not mere stones. They are keys—gateways to dimensions, fragments of divine power, shards of memory. Poseidon called us not only to guard his temple, but to recover these."
Moro's ears twitched, his tail swishing lightly across the stone floor. Moro's eyes fixed on the floating lights of the map. His role was clear: to follow the coordinates, to recover the orbs hidden in deserts, mountains, and oceans. Yet even he sensed the dangers that awaited—ancient guardians, treacherous labyrinths, and creatures born from forgotten ages.
PoseiBot allowed the projection to fade, the starlight folding back into his chest. As the map dimmed, his gaze shifted to the offerings along the wall—relics and ornaments placed in Poseidon's honor. There, half-buried beneath dust, he noticed something unusual: a small mirror with an ornate frame. Its surface was laced with cracks, and glowing blue fissures spread across the glass like rippling veins.
He lifted it carefully. The surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen tide.
The Fracture Mirror.
At first it showed only reflection—PoseiBot's crown-like helm and Moro's watchful stance at his side. But soon the cracks shimmered, releasing blue fire that spiraled across the surface. The reflection blurred, and visions began to emerge.
A vast desert stretched out, sandstorms devouring colossal ruins half-buried in crimson dunes. An ice cavern glowed beneath a glacier, its walls lined with crystalline veins that pulsed as though alive. In the heart of a jungle, a forgotten altar flickered with dim light, hidden by vines and shadows. And in each vision, faintly visible, rested a crystal orb—silent, waiting.
Moro growled softly, pressing closer. His instincts bristled at the unease, yet his gaze remained fixed on the shifting scenes. "What is it showing us?"
PoseiBot tilted the mirror, watching as the images dissolved into mist. "I cannot be certain. Perhaps hints of where the orbs lie. Perhaps glimpses of the trials that guard them. The mirror speaks in fragments—it reveals, but it does not explain."
He closed his metallic fingers around it. For a brief moment, the cracks glowed brighter, as though recognizing him as its new bearer.
"This relic is no longer a trinket," PoseiBot murmured. "It is a compass of sorts. Imperfect, mysterious, but enough to point us forward."
Moro pressed his nose to the orb still glowing in PoseiBot's palm. His tail lashed once with determination. "Then let it guide us. Show me where to begin."
PoseiBot turned his gaze upon him, voice steady but filled with quiet resolve. "Do not fear, Moro. Where my reach ends, yours begins. Where your strength falters, I will endure. Together we are more than guardians—we are seekers of a destiny greater than ourselves."
The creature answered with a sharp cry, eyes bright with resolve.
PoseiBot slid the mirror carefully into the hidden compartment of his chest. It pulsed once, faintly, as though settling into its new place.
The Aqua Crystal throbbed in the silence, filling the chamber with its heartbeat. It was not merely a temple's relic; it was a reminder that divinity still lingered here, and that Poseidon's will extended beyond his slumber.
For a moment, PoseiBot looked back at the god's resting form. "Until the day you awaken, we will not rest," he whispered. "We will gather the shards. We will prepare the path."
Moro stepped closer, paws firm against the stone. Around his feet, tiny veins of crystal shimmered faintly, as though the earth itself had heard their vow.
That night the temple remained still, yet beneath the stillness something stirred—a current, a beginning. Poseidon slept, dreamless, but his chosen guardians were already awake to the road beyond the sea.
Their journey would not be simple wandering. It would be a quest to find the scattered crystal orbs—keys hidden beneath desert sands, frozen under glaciers, buried within jungles, or concealed in places mortals had never seen. Each orb a fragment of memory, each journey a step toward the unknown.
And at the dawn of it all, two figures stood ready:PoseiBot, his sapphire eyes unyielding, and Moro, loyal companion of the sea god's will.
Together, they would begin a new legend.