"What the hell is this madman Typhon trying to do?!" Triton exclaimed, frustration pouring out as he surveyed the chaos unfolding in the Sea Realm.
Poseidon, the Sea Emperor, remained stoic, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with Atlas's agitation. The waves outside crashed violently, the Sea Hydra Della wreaking havoc as its monstrous power surged through the waters. Lowly sea creatures were swept away, crushed beneath the wrath of the tides, yet Poseidon stood unfazed.
"Father, why do we not strike back?" Triton implored, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders. "If Typhon is allowed to rampage through the sea realm, we risk losing everything!"
Poseidon's gaze remained fixed on the turmoil outside, his expression inscrutable. Yet, Triton could sense the tension simmering beneath the surface.
"The power of Hydra is far greater than that of the two giant dragons and the three-headed dog combined," Triton continued, desperation creeping into his voice. "We must act!"
With a chilling coldness radiating from Poseidon, the Sea Emperor's frustration became palpable. Triton felt the weight of his father's divine presence pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.
"Father, please!" he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I understand now! Typhon's real goal is our sea realm!"
Poseidon's roar shattered the air. "Foolish child!" Waves of divine power surged from him, sending shock-waves through the Sea Realm Temple. The Pillar of Life groaned under the pressure, threatening to collapse.
Triton fell to his knees, overwhelmed. "I… I see it now! Typhon is trying to force out Phorcys from the depths!"
"Exactly!" Poseidon's voice was a tempest, filled with fury and determination. "He aims to lure out Phorcys and devour him, seeking to elevate himself to the peak of the Primordial gods!"
Triton's eyes widened as the realization struck him. Typhon's reckless attacks were not merely chaotic; they were a calculated strategy to provoke the lurking Phorcys.
"Father, if he succeeds in drawing out Phorcys, we could also bring forth Pontus!" Atlas felt a surge of excitement at the thought. The divine power of Pontus could empower Poseidon to unprecedented heights. If Typhon could dig out the roots of power, it might also lead to the Sea Emperor's ascension.
"Precisely!" Poseidon's demeanor softened slightly at Atlas's insight. "If Typhon can unearth Phorcys, then Pontus will inevitably follow. I must consume them both!"
Triton's heart raced. "I will lead the Linyi sea guards on patrol to ensure we find Pontus as soon as possible!"
With a nod, Poseidon acknowledged his son's resolve. "Go, Triton. We must act swiftly. Phorcys must be drawn out, and Pontus must vanish!"
As Triton departed, Poseidon's thoughts turned inward. He caressed the Pillar of Life, pondering Hades's possible awareness of the unfolding events. "Hades, my brilliant brother, surely you sense the magnitude of Typhon's bait. Can you resist its allure?"
As the power of faith condensed in the underworld, Hades felt a surge of stability. The World Tree thrived, its essence intertwined with the very fabric of the underworld, but the unity of the three components—Kingdom, Faith, and Law—remained elusive.
"What is the missing link?" Hades mused, his attention shifting to the core of the World Tree, where a radiant energy pulsed with life. "Could this be it?"
A spark ignited within him. "If I absorb and refine this essence, the underworld can achieve its ultimate form! I will become the true incarnation of the underworld!"
Hades envisioned himself as the master of a new world, unshackled from the constraints of the existing one. "To control an independent realm will provide a far better sanctuary than hiding behind fragile walls. I will not simply endure—I will thrive!"
His will gravitated toward the World Tree, and deep within the abyss, an ancient, powerful presence stirred.
"Uranus… Cronus… Poseidon… perhaps even Hades." Typhon's voice was a whisper, almost a taunt. "None of you can resist my bait."
As he prepared to solidify his dominion, the tides of fate churned, and the imminent clash between godly ambitions loomed ever closer.