Poseidon abandoned all restraint, his last patience disappearing through the sea foam the moment the twins gave their votes in Gaia's favor. Now, the sea no longer rose in waves; it lunged.
Along the Pacific Rim, the ocean convulsed as if something vast had turned in its sleep. Fault lines screamed. Water surged upward not as a wall, but as a collapsing sky. California's coastline fractured in seconds. Harbors folded inward, cranes snapping like twigs, ships hurled onto streets already choking with water. Sirens wailed once, then vanished beneath the roar.
Tyrone was in a hotel room in San Diego when the first shock hit; he was in a business meeting when it happened. Poseidon knew very well what he'd done and who he'd been looking for to make Medusa bend to his will.
