"Zeus, it seems even your throne is not so secure, look, this is the fate of those who rebel!"
Yet there was no response, and Mount Olympus was dead silent, as if no gods existed there at all.
Clang—
"Ah!"
The silent collision echoed against the bronze pillars, and with it, Triton's cry. Silver-white chains materialized out of nowhere, wrapping around seven times, binding the half-fish, half-human demigod to the bronze pillar. In that moment, as the son of the Sea God, he became a medium.
He transferred the pressure of the sky onto the sea, and thus, three parts of the northwest sea sank. Countless undercurrents formed a ring, turning this area of the ocean into a forbidden zone for ordinary beings.
As this medium, Triton felt his body might be crushed into powder. He thought he was going to die, but as the offspring of the Sea God, he could find vitality from the ocean.
