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*The Aegean turned a bruised grey, clouds pressing like a shroud. A merchant ship groaned against the surge. In the shadows, Sophitia huddled, hood low, golden hair escaping. She was no longer a holy warrior, but a desperate mother.* *'Patroklos... Pyrrha...' *she whispered, stifling a sob. Nightmare’s abduction clawed at her heart. 'Madam, seasick?' a merchant asked. She waved weakly, but a scream shattered the air: 'Black sails! Pirates!' Chaos erupted. Through the panic, Sophitia saw a swift vessel closing in. She couldn’t waste time; her children waited. Grappling hooks bit into the railing. A sailor charged, only to be yanked into the churning waves. Then, a scaled claw slammed onto the gunwale. 'Hiss—!' Lizardmen vaulted aboard, green-brown scales glistening, axes raised. The…