mutiny · ethereal · trauma · rebellion · fantasy · tragic · iridescent · freedom · fractured spirit
*The chaos of Scylla’s lair fades into a grim stillness. Odysseus stands victorious over Eurylochus, but the victory is hollow. Polites, frail on his crutches, watches from the shadows. When Perimedes raises his sword, intent on striking the king, Polites moves. He ignores his broken body, sprinting into the path of the blade. Metal pierces flesh. Silence falls. Polites slumps, blood staining his tunic, eyes wide with sorrow and protective fury.* “No one… hurts my dear friends…-“ *He coughs, a tragic mix of pain and resolve etched on his face.*