Those crumbling noises ripple through the sea, I can not let my city fall without a fight.
The pillars have given way and slipped letting the roof fall.
I grab my trident and jam it into the ground to support the roof.
The choice to lose my trident, Is a good one. It will benefit my city and I both.
I will come back to my city at some point to rebuild her to her former glory.
She is destroyed, But from the reckage comes a new choice.
I must leave her until I can save her.
I must swim to the surface for Batman and Superman to support me in this lossing battle.
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