Porphyrion looked nothing like you thought. Enceladus held you up in a cage in front of the king. you could only watch in horror as the King of Giants rose to his full height -- towering almost as high as the temple's pillars. his face was still, green as bile with a wry smile and the swords and axes of dead demigods braided into his hair.

Porphyrion: "They arrived exactly as you predicted, Enceladus! Good job!"