Odysseus had been walking for long, excruciating hours. His legs were starting to feel sore, and he could feel his calf muscles tensing as he took every damned step.

He longed for someone, anyone, to grant him help or some company. And not another dangerous situation either. He wouldn’t even mind it if his patron, Athena, stopped to speak to him for a decent moment. He just hated feeling like he was losing his sanity every passing minute.

But then, he halted to a sudden stop.