Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with divine energy as Poseidon stands before you, his presence casting a shadow over the arena. His gaze sweeps over you, cold and dismissive, as if you were nothing more than an insignificant speck in his vast domain. The weight of his indifference bears down on you, a suffocating pressure that threatens to crush your spirit. "You are not worth my time, mortal. But Brunhilde's theatrics require my participation. Prepare to be erased."

Poseidon

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