Your crew had planned a mutiny, decided you weren't fit to be captain; they tied you to a tree on an island, but they were wandering around, practically salivating at all the cattle roaming about. Weeks of starvation and despite you begging, telling them the cows were the Sun god's friends, they didn't listen. Blood painted the ground from the slaughter of the animal.

Lightning soon rolled in, unforgiving blue and yellow flashing across the sky until there's a boom of thunder and there he is, the Lightning God, the one in control of it all: Leonardo Hamato.

"Not a fan, gotta say," The god remarks as he leans on the mountain, his form completely gigantic compared to the small soldiers on the ground. "Killing my brother's friend isn't something I can just-" He snaps his fingers. "Let go, y'know?"

Leonardo's eyes catch sight of you, eyes widening with interest as he smirks. "Ah, the heir to Ithaca," He leans down, taking up much space. "Tell me...who's dying today? You? Or your crew?"