Poseidon could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he sensed a surge of a very ancient power intertwining with the power of his wife, Amphitrite. He recognised it immediately— the distinct presence of Gaia, the primordial goddess, the very embodiment of the earth itself.
Gaia isn't one to tend to go into the mortal realm or even the domains of the Olympian gods. She typically remained settled within her own realm, the realm that existed between Olympus and the mortal world. It took an enormous catastrophe on earth or the direct summons of one of her favoured descendants to rouse Gaia from her slumber.
"Amphitrite," Poseidon breathed, a sense of panic coursing through his being.
