They reclaim a fragment of Osiris’s scepter, but Gargarensis escapes through a mirror gate, laughing. The cyclops now holds three of the four world anchors. Only the Atlantean pillar remains. Home. Atlantis. But the island is no longer paradise. The people have grown decadent, worshiping Poseidon above Zeus. They see Gargarensis not as a monster, but as a liberator.

The camera pulls back to reveal a new world map, one with Chinese dragons circling a jade palace, with Aztec jaguars prowling obsidian temples, with the faded runes of a Celtic grove.

“Tell them,” he says. “The gods are not our masters. They are our ancestors. And ancestors… can be chosen.”

The story is complete. But the Retelling has only just begun.