Several months later, Athens.
The port was lined with ships of all sizes, anchored, as fierce winds from the Aegean Sea whipped up the creased surface of the water into surging waves.
Boom, boom, boom...
The sky was overcast with dense clouds, and the oppressive rumble of muffled thunder occasionally emanated from the hanging mists, casting a gloomy pall over the entire Peloponnesian Peninsula.
This damned weather looks like it's going to keep us from going out to sea again today.
A fisherman with somewhat graying hair but a robust figure reluctantly lowered the canvas sail, secured the ropes, and then walked ashore. He leaned back against the statue of the Goddess of Victory, her golden wings poised as if to take flight, his drifting thoughts inevitably turning to bygone days.
These days, the life of a mortal is challenging.
You have to watch out for Magic Beasts on land, storms at sea, and be wary of divine punishment...
