In a cave not too far from Atlantis, the dirt off of Ataam's shallow grave was pushed away, revealing his rotting corpse.
At first, he saw only darkness. Then, a shadowy figure offered him a ring and he accepted it and placed it on his finger.
A grin crossed his face.
If he couldn't be king...than nobody could. Ataam began to make his way to Atlantis.
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