Bab 52: Chapter 52: A Distant Place

Poseidon stood tall, his majestic Trident firmly held in his hand, while his eyes mirrored the calmness of water.

On the other side, Arthur stood with a blazing sword, his fiery nature matching the intensity of the flames dancing upon his weapon.

"Am I correct in assuming that you are the second person to have upset my dear brother?" Poseidon inquired, recognizing Arthur by the sword he wielded.

There was only one mortal known to possess a sword comparable to a divine weapon, a person whose name had reached his ears on numerous occasions.

"You sure do talk a lot for someone who is about to die," Arthur retorted, pointing his burning sword in Poseidon's direction.

Unfazed by Arthur's words and actions, Poseidon maintained his composed demeanour and offered him the same choice he had given to Merlin.

"Leave, and I will spare you," he said.