Moments later, the once-turbulent sea finally calmed.

All that remained was a dense cloud of steam. Like a giant beast, it slowly drifted across the water, as if telling the tale of the heart-pounding battle that had just taken place.

Dustin stood on the surface of the sea with the Celestial Blade in hand. His face was grim as he looked ahead. His clothes were torn, and his body was covered in cuts and bruises. Blood streamed from his wounds and dyed the water beneath him red.

Suddenly, a headless corpse floated to the surface. Covered in blue scales, it had torn, ragged wings on its back. The body was riddled with gaping wounds as the dark blue blood seeping from it dissipated into the water.

The body belonged to Poseidon.

"H-He's dead? How is that possible?"

Looking at the headless corpse floating on the sea, Warrick and the others couldn't help but stare in shock.

They never imagined Dustin could slay one of the world's mightiest royal gods with a single blow. If they hadn'