A remote part of Lefkada Islands: 3:00 AM
In the days following his claim on the ancient country, Kai and his troops traveled across Greece gaining popularity among its citizens, utilizing his natural charisma, charm and promise of a better tomorrow to garner the enamor of many cities, though despite his growing favor, some remained dubious, and the Mare Del Fortean and Hellenic Army (The army of Greece) commonly fought, the army of Greece not taking kindly to some "fish-man" and his troops occupying their country with the intent on taking it over.
It confused the Sea King at how some could seemingly detest what would ensure their countries fate. While the fact didn't slow his campaign, the thought nagged in the back of his mind and infuriated him. Fists punched through the granite walls of his temporary residence, and the Modern Day Poseidon released an exasperated result of frustration: "Why? Why is peace protested where it is proposed? Tis' naught but idiocy I say!" Looking to the sky with an expression of resolve, the Aquatic Aurelius shook his head; "It is of no concern I suppose... With my allies and army, those that come to impede my progress will only slow the inevitable. "
He was certain of it, as over the days of his announcement, there had been those whom stepped forward and offered their hand in alliance, and the Sea King held un-quenchable faith in his supporters. But they would attack him, he was certain of it, for today was the last day that marked his ominous warning. Kai, outfitted in russet armor and trident in hand, leaped out the window of his villa to stand side by side with his army on the rocky shore, the scene devoid of citizens who were told to run or take shelter.
There were legions of them, Beast tamers, mounted on gigantic crabs, silver tridents and swords in hand, the Magus, with their vibrantly glowing staffs, Sea vipers, unseen but assuredly there, ilektriká chélia, some in the hilly backdrop baring sniper rifles, others standing by the Kings side, and finally Megaladons, standing at the height of most Giraffes, most carrying mini-guns. Raising his arm, lightning shot out of the tips of his trident, and the soon to be battle field was blanketed in harsh rain. In truth, the Modern Day Poseidon would've preferred nothing more than the Mycenae ruins for a battle of monumental occasion, however foregone such a wish on the principle of preserving the historic site. So there they stood, the armies of Mare Del forte, waiting with stone faces for their enemies to arrive.
"The water shall run red with blood today... this, I am assured."