Usually, no ranker would pay attention to the third-floor trial. But this time, a high-ranker was watching the fight through a special stream. It was no ordinary ranker, but a literal god. A titan whose strength was only matched by his siblings.
"So the culprit is alive..." Poseidon sighed. "I am disappointed in you, Bell."
Bellerophon, under the pressure of the endless seas, couldn't even look up to see his father while his siblings surrounded him. He had sworn that he had dealt with the culprit from the poachers' saga, but it turned out to be untrue. Bellerophon looked up and saw his father staring back at him.
Poseidon was tall, making him tower over the others in the room. His broad shoulders and muscular build spoke of immense strength, honed from aeons of ruling the vast oceans.
Poseidon had an unforgettable face, with sharp features that appeared sculpted from marble. His deep blue eyes held the wisdom and anger of many storms.
