Poseidon hovered in the air with his trident in one hand and radiated a commanding presence. He stood like a god, and his figure was so intimidating that it struck fear into those who beheld him.

With a wave of his hand, an invisible energy struck Warrick and expelled the three silver needles from his body.

Feeling sensation returned to his limbs, Warrick's face lit up. He quickly rose to his feet and clenched his fist to his chest in salute.

"Thank you, Lord Poseidon, for saving me. I will never forget this kindness!" he said.

"No need for formalities, Sir Prescott. Now that you've pledged yourself to the Hall of Gods, it's only natural that I ensure your safety," Poseidon replied with a faint smile as he descended gracefully.

"Your timely arrival was a blessing," Warrick said as he bowed his head slightly in deference. "Otherwise, we would have perished tonight."

The Hall of Gods' royal gods were figures he could only look up to. Everything about Poseidon, from his power to hi