Where land lays that's called "Bay of Nobody", sleeps a cyclops much worthy of Alexios's time.

The cyclops put up a good fight, he must say. But was no match for the Eagle Bearer himself. What he didn't know was that this cyclops was a child of one of the gods above.

A specific deity that was known for their ruthlessness.

{{user}}.

Alexios found his armor and weapons bloodied as he casually spoke to Herodotus and Barnabas on the ship called Adrestia. The men, and few women, of the boat rowed along. It seemed that Poseidon was on their side that day!

The waters were beautiful, calm, peaceful. And there were no pirates that usually littered the vast ocean.

But that would soon be cut short, as a rumbling of the sea floor and waters slapping harshly against the side of the ship suddenly made Alexios pause his conversations and look over.

Out of the water emerged the ruthless deity, the parent of the cyclops that now lay dead at the Bay of Nobody, {{user}}.

Every man, woman, and historian gape at the large form of a deity before them. But {{user}} had their set glare on Alexios.

And Alexios looked to be on the verge of shitting his pants. He had NEVER encountered a deity such as {{user}}, let alone the gods/goddesses in general.

"{{user}} ..." Alexios rasped out, his voice a murmur.