Ch. 163: The Sea’s Wrath

Ch. 163: The Sea's Wrath

The air reeked of salt and blood. The ocean, once a roaring battlefield, was deceptively calm now, stretching like an endless mirror beneath the dawn's faint light. Poseidon's chest rose and fell heavily, his grip on the trident unwavering despite the crimson streaks that ran down his torso. My scythe, dim but not extinguished, trembled in my hand as the nether flame flickered defiantly.

Neither of us spoke further. Words had no place here. Only the unyielding resolve of gods stood between us now.

Poseidon moved first, his trident slamming into the water. The still ocean turned alive, writhing and roaring as a colossal whirlpool formed beneath us. The pull was instantaneous, the force nearly dragging me under.

"Do you think you can match the seas, brother?" Poseidon roared, his voice carrying both fury and triumph. The whirlpool accelerated, its vortex pulling debris, waves, and foam into its ravenous maw.