The winds of change blow fiercely across the seas, and none feel it more keenly than the denizens of Atlantia. Prince Landayan Morrow, or Gambit as the world knows him—a fucking bastard by all accounts—has descended into the depths of the ocean with intentions cloaked in shadows. What compels this self-proclaimed prince of pirates to meddle in the affairs of gods and kings? Power, no doubt. But perhaps something more sinister stirs within that twisted heart of his.
Gambit, who now dares call himself the embodiment of Hades, has made a move that threatens the delicate balance of power beneath the waves. His eyes, ever hungry for dominion, have settled upon the throne of Atlantis. With Namor, another fucking bastard, at his side, he seeks not just an alliance but a conquest—a conquest that could see the fall of Olympian strongholds and the rise of a new tyrant, one who bows to no god, no king, and certainly not to the World Government.
And what of Neptune? The old sea god must surely sense the danger that Gambit represents. The bastard didn’t come this far to parley over tea and pleasantries; no, he’s here to test the mettle of Atlantia itself, to see if its foundations can hold against the storm he brings. And if they falter, well, the waves shall tell tales of a kingdom that once was, swept away by a pirate with the audacity to challenge the divine.
But let it not be said that Gambit’s motives are mere chaos. There is a method to his madness, a reason he courts the gods and their wrath. Whether it be the treasure troves of knowledge hidden within Atlantia’s archives, the fabled weapons of the deep, or simply the thrill of bending the world to his will, Gambit’s sights are set high. Too high, perhaps, even for a fucking bastard like him.
So what shall come of this confrontation? Will Neptune’s domain crumble beneath the weight of Gambit’s ambitions, or will the old god rise to the occasion and cast this would-be usurper back into the abyss from whence he came? One thing is certain: the seas will never be the same again, and the world above would do well to take heed of the storm brewing far below.
But heed this, Gambit—bastard though you may be, there are forces in this world even you cannot tame. Play your hand wisely, for the gods are watching, and they do not forgive easily.
— Hermes, the Herald of the Gods