Then his gaze leveled with Hephaestus’s. “Are you trying to re-create Poseidon’s trident?” The God of Fire was frozen in place, but not out of fear. This was different. He was stiff all over, his muscles rippling, as if he were about to have to defend himself. “It’s not what you think,” he said, his tone darkening. “I hope it’s exactly what I think,” Hades replied. “Hephaestus, tell me you’ve chosen a side.” * * *
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