"Perseus, stop!"
Zeus roared, and a golden Thunderbolt struck Perseus. Perseus screamed and flew backward with his Trident, but he was not seriously injured, because Zeus had held back.
Hades hurried over and caught Poseidon, sustaining his life while preventing him from reverting to his true form—the Compound V Big Tree.
Just then, the Trident in Poseidon's hand suddenly turned into a streak of light, flew into his body, and merged with him.
Why had this happened? Naturally, it was Andrew's doing. Everything had gone according to his expectations, including the earlier Thunderbolt.
"Kill him, Zeus! Kill him for me! Tear him to pieces!"
Poseidon could not spare a thought for the Trident now. He roared, his hatred for Perseus running bone-deep.
That was only natural. For one thing, Perseus had almost killed him. How could he not hate him? This was also Poseidon's first brush with death. After all, he was still a child less than a year old—er, a baby.
For another, as an uncle, Poseidon had been beaten to the brink of death by a nephew who was barely even known. It was utterly humiliating.
"Zeus, Poseidon's injuries are rather serious. I'll take him back to the seabed for treatment, or things could get worse."
Hades examined Poseidon's injuries and said, "As for what you do, decide for yourself. Just remember the bigger picture."
"Go ahead. Leave this to me. This is a perfect chance for a good talk with my son."
Zeus looked at Perseus and spoke excitedly. Make no mistake: he was excited because he wanted to bring Perseus under his control. This son of his was remarkably capable—he had even come close to killing Poseidon.
Once he subdued Perseus, Hades and Poseidon would have no choice but to obey his orders. He would also