Medusa steeled her nerves, knowing that delicacy would be paramount in broaching this delicate subject with the formidable goddess before her. "I need the goddess' help," she said softly, her tone laced with reverence, "regarding your husband, Poseidon."
The mere mention of the sea god's name from another woman's lips was enough to ignite a spark of fury within Amphitrite. Her brow furrowed, and with a swift flick of her wrist, a swirling vortex of water suddenly enveloped Medusa's body, threatening to pull her beneath the churning waves.
"Madam!" Bernard cried out, rushing forward in a desperate attempt to intervene, only to be halted by Medusa's outstretched hand.
"No!" Medusa managed to choke out, her voice steady despite the raging currents that threatened to consume her. She knew that any further interference would only serve to infuriate the goddess further.
