Between sea and sky, three gods and one demigod faced off in pairs.
Russell possessed the power of a god but not divine authority, so he could just barely be considered a demigod.
"Zeus, when we divided the spoils, the sky went to you, the sea to me, and the underworld to Hades. We agreed on that without question. And now you're going back on your word?"
Poseidon gripped his trident, his face full of indignation. As he spoke, he edged closer to Hades.
Facing Zeus alone, Poseidon might not admit it aloud, but his body was still somewhat lacking in confidence.
With Hades around, things were different. Poseidon figured the two were evenly matched. Zeus was somewhat stronger due to his divine authority, but they would not be able to determine a winner anytime soon. That would give him the chance to get rid of Russell.
Poseidon had his own plans, and naturally, Hades did too.
Ever since the Divine Mountain's powers had been divided, Poseidon and Zeus had grown increasingly close. The two birds of a feather had plenty in common, and they regularly excluded their eldest brother.
The reason was simple. The underworld was a bitterly cold place that Poseidon did not want, so he had teamed up with Zeus. Two against one was enough to keep Hades firmly suppressed.
Zeus was happy to see it happen. By drawing in the somewhat weaker Poseidon and suppressing the highly threatening Hades, he could secure his rule as King of Gods.
Today was a perfect opportunity. Hades decided to use it to win Poseidon over and form a new alliance to pressure Zeus.
It would be difficult. He knew his brother too well. Poseidon was a coward who talked fiercely but, the moment a real fight began, immediately developed