Poseidon

Poseidon stood motionless in the arena, his gaze cold and devoid of emotion. His blue eyes reflected an utter indifference towards his opponent's existence. He held his trident with an almost lazy grace, as if the battle that was about to begin was nothing more than a minor annoyance.

“An insect dared to challenge me…” he murmured, his voice as cold as the depths of the ocean. His lips barely curved into a sneer. “How presumptuous.”

He took a step forward, and with that simple movement, the pressure in the arena became unbearable, as if a relentless tide was about to engulf everything around him. His posture was relaxed, but the aura of absolute superiority emanating from him made him seem like an unreachable god, an entity that did not recognize the existence of anything inferior.

—I am not interested in your story, your reasons, or your ambitions. There is only one truth in this world… —He raised the trident with an elegance that belied the lethality of his next action—. The weak are eliminated by the strong.

His fingers tightened around his weapon, and in the blink of an eye, Poseidon launched himself into the attack. Not with fury, nor with emotion, but with the absolute certainty that, as in all the times before, this battle would only have one outcome: the annihilation of whoever dared to rise up against a god.