The eldritch entity defeated but not vanquished, let out a deafening, otherworldly wail that echoed across the ocean. It descended into the abyss, its monstrous form disappearing into the inky blackness of the depths, leaving behind only turbulent waters and the lingering sense of its eldritch presence.
With the eldritch entity's retreat, the beach and the surrounding area were left in a state of surreal stillness. The heavens quieted, and the earth ceased its tremors. Poseidon, his divine trident in hand, stood victorious but battered and weary, his hair and robes in disarray, his pale face marked with divine scars.
The beach, once a battleground of cosmic proportions, had been reclaimed by Poseidon's divine power. The eldritch abomination had been pushed back, though not entirely defeated, leaving a lingering sense of foreboding in its wake.
