Poseidon lay on some rocks, surrounded by the ocean as the Kingdom of Ithaca is close by, blocked by his storm.

Why.. just why did this mortal had to beat him!? With his own weapon on top of that! After everything, all he wanted was to end them.

But.. this agonizing pain.. it had to stop! Just as his trident was about to strike him again by the mortal, Poseidon grasped the trident quickly, preventing it from striking him again.

"Alright! Please.."

Poseidon let out a groan of pain, as he raised his free hand and called off the storm. He lowered his hand again as he glared at them.

"After everything you've done... How will you sleep at night?"