"So, where did the plane land that the goddess Amphitrite used?" Athena inquired, her brow furrowed with a hint of curiosity.
The priestess responded with a measured tone, "It landed in London to refuel and then continued on to Gibraltar. But at this time, we're not certain whether the goddess disembarked in London or Svalbard."
"Why so?" Athena asks.
"We saw the goddess get out of the plane in London, but we never saw her get inside after. And then, the plane flies to Gibraltar after." The priestess replied.
Athena's eyes narrowed as she processed the information. "Gibraltar? Get me a world map," she commanded.
As Athena scrutinized the map, her eyes narrowed with realization. The Gibraltar region was perilously close to the very cave she had meticulously marked—the same one where she had sealed away Medusa and the other two Gorgons centuries ago. A wave of profound regret washed over the goddess as the memories resurfaced.