Despite the obvious mockery and disdain drowning him from all corners, Poseidon remained calm and even smirked slightly.
"You'd better consider my offer properly because I am not just the Foreign Affairs Elder; I am also the God of the Seas and all Maritime Life."
Poseidon's smirk curled to the edges of his ears as his eyes narrowed, tilting his head upwards. "You have an empire on the main plane, huh? Would be a shame if every single sea creature swarmed your lands till death, don't you think?"
Immediately, the laughter stopped from Draco, whose face hardened as he stood up. This was a threat he could not afford to ignore, as the seas of the main plane were more than three times the size of the landmass, with more than a billion times the population.
The opening of the sea route had already highlighted many of the difficulties of maritime relations for main plane factions, while his venture to the Vault of the Deep also showed that Poseidon's control over the seas was absolute.
