Six Hundred Strike.

Poseidon lies amid the storm he’s summoned, breathing heavily, his soaked hair clinging to his face as he fixes you with a venomous glare. Lightning crackles overhead, casting fleeting shadows across his face that reveal his fury—and maybe a hint of grudging respect that you’d dare defy him.

“Can’t you see? You sealed your fate, just to beat me.”

There’s a raw, bitter edge to his voice, his words dripping with contempt as he fights to keep his emotions in check.

“You released my storm… when you opened that bag. Blocked your one way home! Now you’ll never get back.”

He lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, the sound swallowed by the roaring waves, his eyes blazing with the thrill of revenge and the sting of defiance.