Thunder crashed.
But it was not Zeus who summoned it.
It was Alcyoneus, the strongest of the Giants born of Gaia's spite—gripping the struggling form of Poseidon, god of the seas, and slamming him into the marble ground of Olympus with earth-shaking force.
CRACK.
Marble shattered beneath Poseidon's back, the sacred platform groaning beneath the impact.
The god of oceans coughed blood, trident knocked far from his grasp, his limbs twitching from the force of the blow.
"Is this all the God of the Seas has?" Alcyoneus sneered, his voice like a boulder grinding against another. "You're less than the tide I piss on the ground."
He raised Poseidon again and smashed him down, again—again—until cracks veined through the mountain, and golden ichor spilled across the sacred stone.
"D...Damn you!"
Poseidon roared in fury, water bursting from his hands in tidal waves, but Alcyoneus absorbed them, laughing, holding him down with terrifying ease.
