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Accompanied by the thunderous cheers of the Atlanteans, the assault of the storm and raging waves intensified.
At this moment, on the island of Crete, now a vast ocean, a bronze giant hand emerged from underwater, exerting the last of its strength to lift King Minos to the front of the Great Temple at the mountain's peak.
Only there, shielded by the light of wisdom, had it become the final sanctuary in this catastrophe.
Immediately after, the bronze giant Talos, as if having fulfilled his mission, ceased resistance and was dragged to the ocean's depths by the swarming sea beasts.
In the biting storm and surging waves, the gaunt old man, leaning on his gold scepter, climbed step by step to the Great Temple atop the peak, to complete his final pilgrimage to the Great Mother Goddess and ultimately stood firm before the door, like a towering pine, guarding the sacred flame that symbolized the continuation of Minosian civilization.