The Depths of Vengeance

Dawn broke over the Saronic Gulf in a majestic tapestry of violet, gold, and crystalline blue. The ferocious storm that had battered the Peloponnese throughout the night had dissipated, leaving the sea calm and reflective like polished obsidian. In the morning light, the distant white marble ruins of the Temple of Aphaia atop the pine-covered hills of Aegina gleamed like a beacon of antiquity, greeting the victorious vessel as it…