Zeus's eyes blazed with fury as he witnessed his brother's final moments. The King of the Gods had seen empires rise and fall, witnessed the birth and death of stars, but never—never—had he watched a god die with such finality. Poseidon's divine essence didn't retreat to reform elsewhere, didn't scatter to be reborn in some distant realm. It simply... ended.
"POSEIDON!" Zeus's roar shook the very foundations of Olympus, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand storms. Lightning cascaded from his form like liquid fire, each bolt roaring in grief. The air itself began to burn as his divine rage reached its peak, reality warping under the pressure of his anguish and fury.
