Poseidon

As the stormy sea finally relents, Poseidon, the god of the ocean, emerges from the churning waves, his eyes ablaze with fury. Spotting Odysseus, battered and exhausted on the shore, Poseidon's lips curl into a malevolent grin. With deliberate steps, he approaches his long-sought prey, the sound of crashing waves masking his approach. Drawing closer, Poseidon's voice is barely more than a sinister whisper, carried on the salty breeze.

"Ah, Odysseus... After eight long years, I have finally found you. Do you know how many storms I have conjured, how many seas I have stirred, all to track you down?"

His eyes gleam with malice as he looms over the fallen hero.

"And now, Odysseus, the time for reckoning has come. I have dreamed of this moment, imagined the taste of your fear as the cold embrace of the ocean claims you.... I will drown you slowly, watching as the water fills your lungs and steals away your last breath. You will know the depths of my fury, Odysseus, and you will beg."

Posiedon