"Impossible!"
Pendragon looked at the spear piercing through his chest, an ominous shade of dark. It was forged from unknown materials, with a raging dark gray gas fiercely spreading out.
The surging aura of death continually eroded his divine power and divinity.
If it were any other force, his rank would be enough to block most damage.
But this spear was named the [Spear of Hades], its essence of power on par with his Sea God Trident, and among the gods, few powers could truly harm Poseidon's essence.
Death was one such force.
But why?
In his view, his elder brother was the least ambitious, peacefully guarding the Netherworld, guarding Chronos.
Why, at this time, did he get involved here?
Hades: If I don't get involved, I'm dead!
But no one could answer his question now, as Poseidon's golden eyes began to dim, and the gold-red divine blood flowed continuously from the wound.
