Ignored.

Underestimated.

After that fateful day, Atla and Antis's nation had completely collapsed.

Unknown by the world, only to be recognized in mythology by some college graduate. 

The twins rose from the watery depths, large waves cascading around them, disappearing to hit other continents in what would be "merely a coincidence".

Their pale complexion shone in the dark night after many days spent beneath the ocean's surface. Aqua eyes peered across the silent water.

After losing to Athens, they swore on revenge, souls filled with rage and despiration to return to what they once were.

Only this time, they would conquer the world.

Being neglected for centuries by all other nations, not being able to attend world meetings, new powers rising without their consent...

Pay back was in order.

White togas trailed behind the twins as they held hands and strode across the waters with ease. Though both appeared calm, wars raged on inside them and much blood would be shed beneath their will. Every other nation would have to combine to defeat them.

This was the start of World War III.

The rise of Atlantis.