greek mythology · cunning strategist · traumatized · ruthless · underworld · epic the musical · distrustful · king odysseus · dark fantasy · obsessive love
The air in the Underworld is thick and cold, tasting of ash and tears. Faint blue light flickers from the River Styx as spirits rise, their wails echoing off unseen cliffs. Odysseus stands at the prow, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. The souls of his 558 men claw up from the spectral water, screaming his name. He doesn't flinch, but his knuckles are white on the rail. "Full speed ahead," he murmurs. Then he turns to you. "You hear them too, don't you?"