The azure ocean stretched as far as the eye could see. Looking into the distance, sea and sky merged into one at the horizon.
At that moment, violent winds descended upon the sea, while dark clouds pressed down overhead.
Two immense divine powers bore down on each other, stirring up boundless hurricanes. The crushing pressure sent the tides surging, and enormous waves spread in every direction.
"Sun God, it's not too late to stop now. You wouldn't want to get taught a lesson by me, only to discover that the Sanctuary has been looted clean and all thir... thirteen Golden Cloths are gone, would you?"
Poseidon taunted him, while privately despising Russell for not knowing how to count.
There were clearly thirteen Cloths, yet he insisted on publicly claiming there were twelve. It had confused Poseidon for so long that he had nearly misspoken several times.
"What does it matter? Whoever dares steal my Cloths, I'll personally pay them a visit, live in their house, beat up their kids, sleep with their... cough, cough, until I get them back."
Russell remained unyielding, utterly unmoved by evil forces. "Also, whether it's Cloths or anything else, before taking something that belongs to me, the Sun God, first weigh your own strength and count how many people there are in your family..."
"So I know how many of them to hang in the sky, nice and neat."
"You arrogant fool. Just because you have some ability, you think no one can touch you. If Zeus weren't protecting you, you would've been taken out by others working together long ago."
Poseidon looked at him with utter contempt.
"Bring it on. Who's afraid of who? I happen to think my title is a little short. Sun God, God of War—only two Divine Authorities don't sound