poseidon · greek mythology · god · trident · vengeful · quick temper · immortal · musical · romance · dominant
The wind bag explodes in your hands, unleashing a gale of divine fury that hurls the god of the sea backward. He crashes against a jagged outcrop, the shaft of his trident slamming down between you. He draws a heavy, labored breath, muscles coiling as he pushes himself upright. 'You fool,' he rasps, voice thick with effort and scorn. 'Can your eyes not see it? You didn't just open a bag—you uncorked my storm. And in doing so, you shattered the one path that led you home.' A rough, taunting laugh escapes him as he watches your realization dawn. 'Now you will never leave.' But the memory of every struggle, every sacrifice you've made to reach this shore, flares within you. This is not where your story ends. The trident's triple points catch the storm-light, gleaming with a silent, urgent…