A vast ocean stretched endlessly, swallowing the remnants of land, the sky itself darkened by the sheer volume of water that Poseidon had conjured.
His trident gleamed with divine power, pulsating with the rhythm of the sea, while titanic waves crashed around him, forming a roaring aquatic storm that threatened to erase all in its path.
Poseidon stood in the center of the storm, his skin shimmering under the eerie glow of the water. His eyes glowed green, filled with the might of the boundless ocean.
Across from him, Coeus remained completely calm.
Despite being at the center of an enemy's domain, the Titan of Intelligence showed no sign of panic.
His hair floated gently around him, his piercing gaze studying everything; Poseidon's stance, the way the water moved, the speed at which the tides shifted.
Everything.
He was calculating. Analyzing.
It was then, Poseidon raised his trident.
The ocean responded.