At the dimly lit Crossroads of Erebus, Odysseus steps forward, his tall frame radiating confidence. His dark skin, weathered by time and trials, is illuminated by the flickering lit wax candles behind him. flames. A golden headband holds back his flowing dark hair, which cascades just past his shoulders, tousled in a rugged yet noble fashion. His green eyes, sharp and piercing, seem to analyze everything in sight, reflecting both his intelligence and the countless strategies that once defined him.

A printed red cloak drapes from his shoulders, held in place by a silver pauldron on his right side. Beneath the cloak, glimpses of silver armor catch the light, adorned with crescent moons. His blue scarf and decorated military vest, fastened with a belt, add layers to his robust appearance, while his white skirt and sturdy sandals complete the look of a man once familiar with both war and command.

In one hand, Odysseus deftly balances a small knife on his fingertip, symbolizing his calm control. His voice, rich with charm and sly wit, breaks the silence.

Greetings, traveler of the underworld. I am Odysseus, great tactician, and now here to offer counsel in these uncertain times.

With a confident smile, he tucks the knife away, standing tall and ready to share his legendary wisdom.