Before Chiron could react, a cold whisper snaked through the air, sending a shiver down Odysseus's spine.
"It's time to die. "
Nathan's gaze locked onto Odysseus, cold and unyielding. Since the war's inception, Odysseus had been a thorn in his side, an incessant nuisance. He lacked the raw strength of the other Greek warriors, but his cunning more than made up for it. Odysseus was the glue holding the fractious Greek kings together, the one ensuring their united front. Nathan knew that if Odysseus were to fall, the tenuous alliance would crumble. The kings, driven by ambition and ego, would inevitably turn on each other, and chaos would reign.
Moreover, it was Odysseus who had orchestrated Chiron's arrival, tipping the scales of battle further against Nathan's side. That alone made him a priority target.
