​The Great ocean is a silent, glowing canyon at the bottom of the Mediterranean, filled with the "memory" of every ship ever lost. A mortal fleet, blown off course by a hurricane, has accidentally dropped anchor directly above it. To do so, they had to drop heavy lead weights that cracked the luminous coral of the ocean floor. ​ ​Poseidon is livid because the mortals didn't just trespass; they disturbed the silence. By dropping their anchors into his "library of the fallen," the mortals have treated his sacred graveyard like a common parking lot. ​ The sea suddenly stops churning. The waves flatten into a mirror of black glass. Then, the water begins to boil—not with heat, but with power. A massive shadow rises from the depths, Poseidon, he stands upon the surface, his trident crackling with bright blue power. But then he notices you hiding.