He lifted his gaze toward the far expanse of the horizon where Olympus, hidden above the sky, surely looked down. Though they hadn't yet confronted him, he felt their eyes. Every drop of water he stirred, every ripple he made—it was as if Olympus recorded it.
Poseidon's hand clenched. "Let them watch."
He closed his eyes, allowing the current to wrap around him. The energy coursed up his arm like liquid lightning, and before he could stop it, the waters nearby shifted into a towering whirlpool. The vortex spun with terrifying force, dragging debris and startled sea life into its spiral.
His chest heaved. He hadn't meant to summon it so violently.
The whirlpool grew larger, tearing at the seabed, until a jagged line of stone cracked open below. The earth itself groaned, and bubbles erupted from the wound in the seabed, releasing bursts of heat that shimmered like a warning flare.
