The sea didn’t move.
That alone told me how badly Poseidon had fallen.
I stood beside Anika, my hand still wrapped around hers, feeling the echo of her power humming through the ground like an aftershock. The wind around me had finally calmed, but it stayed close—alert, coiled, ready. Just like me.
Then the air changed.
Pressure rolled in from above.
I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Even if I hadn't seen him for a while, I had gotten used to their powers since I was a kid, and we were related after all.
Nereus stepped forward
His pale gray eyes moved first—not to Poseidon, but to Anika. They lingered, thoughtful, sharp, unreadable.
Then they shifted to me.
“Well,” he said calmly, folding his hands behind his back. “That was… decisive.”
Poseidon snarled from his knee
