บท 1672: The Sensation of Mortality.

At the same time, inside Poseidon's grand throne chamber, where the walls were adorned with corals of every hue and the floors mirrored the undulating surface of the ocean, Apollo was found lounging lazily on a cloud of darkness.

Poseidon's gaze was fixed on Apollo, who seemed at ease amidst the aquatic splendor. While Poseidon wasn't too much of an Apollo fan, he had to invite him for his own sake. 

"Apollo," Poseidon's voice boomed like the sound of crashing waves. "I want to let you know that I have no intention of expanding my territory into yours. I'm happy with what I have, and I know you and Hephaestus had a peace agreement between you too...I want that."

"Brother Poseidon, I appreciate the offer, but I am afraid I have to decline." Apollo replied with a stern gaze, "I have been at peace for far too long, and my fiery heart can't take it anymore. I have to battle you, no I must fight you."