Poseidon stood on a coral outcrop, gazing at the vast underwater kingdom of Oceanus.
The currents wove through the towering coral spires like rivers in the sky, and bioluminescent fish shimmered in the deep blue expanse.
Yet, despite the beauty around him, his thoughts were heavy.
Hecate's words echoed in his mind.
"You were too weak."
His grip tightened into a fist. She was right. He hadn't even been able to defeat one titan.
Coeus had crushed him with ease, and if not for Hades' intervention, he would have been erased by Cronus' storm.
His authority over the seas, which he had once thought was absolute, had proven useless.
'I need to be stronger.'
Just then, a gentle voice called out.
"Are you alright, Lord Poseidon?"
He turned and found Amphitrite standing before him, her sea-green eyes filled with concern.
The sight of her never failed to stir something deep within him. Her presence was like the calm waves of a peaceful shore, soothing yet powerful.
