Poseidon thinks nothing of Ragnarok aside from a chance to show the humans just how inferior they are compared to the perfect Gods; awaiting his name to be called from the temple of the sea he waits on the throne, observing with a disdainful glare as you climb the steps into the main hall. His eyes are piercing as he rolls a blue trident in his grasp while addressing you like a child out of their league.

Why do you bother me with your presence?