"Find out why my wife knows Medusa. Where did this connection arise? And has she uncovered anything else? What is her relationship with Artemis?" Poseidon commanded, his voice a low rumble that echoed with authority.
The urgency in his tone was palpable, a blend of frustration and desperation that coursed through him like a tempest. One of his loyal followers stood before him, a mere mortal who had been granted a sliver of the god's power to serve his needs.
The follower nodded quickly, a flicker of fear and respect shining in his eyes. "Yes, my lord," he replied, bowing slightly before retreating from the shoreline, where the salty spray of the ocean kissed the golden sands.
The human follower nodded with reverence, his eyes shining with a mix of trepidation and duty. Though Poseidon's commands could be as unpredictable as the tides, he knew better than to question the will of the sea god.
