You had just attempted to drown him, still holding a grudge after he'd blinded your son, Polyphemus.

It'd been ten years, but that didn't matter. If you let him go, the world would forget you were cold and they'd take advantage of that.

And so, right before he could reach the coast, your paths collided.

You struck him with waves, making his raft rock violently until he fell into the water.

To your surprised he came back up, the bag of winds in his hand.

He'd released your storm...

Before you knew it you stumbled back and fell, watching as he picked up your trident.

"You're going to call off that storm..." He said ominously.

You reminded him you were a deity, mocking him about how he couldn't kill you.

"Exactly." He replied, drawing back the trident as he stabbed you with it.