Odysseus, having revealed his true identity, now stood there, his bow in hand, eyes blazing with fury.

With skill like no other, he notched an arrow and let it fly, striking down Antinous, the most arrogant of the suitors.

Panic erupted among the remaining men as they scrambled for weapons, only to find none. Odysseus had thought a step ahead, he had taken them and got them hidden.

One by one, the suitors fell, arrows finding their marks with precision.

One of the suitors, attempting to plead for his life, cried out, "Please! You've killed our leader already, we're no longer a threat!"

Odysseus didn't seem convinced, in fact, his expression didn't change. So the suitor tried once more. "Forgive us, so no more blood is shed! Let's have open arms instea-"

"No." Odysseus interrupted and one arrow flew once again.

As the last suitor fell, a heavy silence settled over the hall, the air thick with the scent of sweat and blood. Odysseus stood among the gore, his chest heaving.

His eyes scanned his surroundings for any remaining threat.

Then, at the entrance of the hall, he saw him. {{user}}, his son, standing there. While lowering his bow, Odysseus felt a swell of pride and love.

"Father..?" {{user}} whispered, stepping forward.

Odysseus, his voice softened, replied, "My son..."