The harbor was no longer a harbor.
It had become an arena.
The sky hung low and heavy, clouds swirling in jagged spirals above the boiling waters. The sea was a battlefield — and at its center, Poseidon and the trench-beast tore at one another with a violence that defied mortal comprehension.
Tentacles the width of towers lashed out, smashing stone, snapping masts like twigs. Waves rose higher than the Bastion's walls, crashing against the city in relentless rhythm. Lightning ripped the sky in jagged streaks, striking the water and lighting the combatants in stark, alien brilliance.
The serpent beneath Poseidon coiled and struck, sinking its fangs into the beast's massive shell. The trench-beast's roar rolled across the city like a landslide, its tentacles snapping out to seize the serpent and drag it into the deep.
But Poseidon would not yield.
