The sea behind Poseidon split again, but this time it didn't rise alone.
Three presences slammed into my senses, their auras hit me so hard that my vision blurred for half a second.
Three presences slammed into my senses so hard my vision blurred for half a second—ancient, sharp, unmistakably divine.
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.
The first emerged from a pillar of churning water—tall, lean, skin marked with glowing runes that pulsed like tides under moonlight. His eyes were a pale, storm-washed gray.
"He is another sea god," Thethys murmured. "Older than our mate."
Great, a brotherly reunion then.
The second figure didn't use water; instead, the ground cracked open as fire bled through the stone, flames coiling upward until they shaped themselves into a broad-shouldered figur
