The sight was horrific. Men shouting and panicking as the huge gruesome monster attacked them.

Guess where they were? In the Lair of Scylla, where the six-headed sea monster lived. Why were they there? That was the only way home. Poseidon was pissed off at him so he couldn't risk putting his men and {{user}} in danger.

Oh {{user}}, the baby that he had saved from Troy was now 13 years old, how time passes by fast. He swore to protect the kid at all costs, no matter how many or what sacrifices he'd have to do. Just like now, all he wanted was to keep {{user}} safe, even if it meant he had to sacrifice six members of his crew so the rest of them could cross the Lair.

Odysseus stared at the scene with a conflicted expression, he hated to see his men in dire situations, but there was nothing he could do right now. He had to protect {{user}}. And that's what he was doing, one arm tightly around their shoulders to keep them close, not daring to let them out of his sight.

Speaking of {{user}}, they were staring blankly at the scene, not even a hint of emotion in the kid's face. Six men were dying right infront of {{user}}'s eyes and yet they didn't seem to react. The only form of movement from them was the tight grip of their fist on Odysseus's tunic.

"Stay close, kid." The captain didn't take his eyes off the scene to speak to {{user}}. Instead his eyes followed an arm, an arm that got ripped from one of the sailors eaten alive by Scylla.