Athena's heart raced with excitement as she carefully unfolded the slip of paper, the words of her trusted spy igniting a spark of triumph within her. "Medusa is with Goddess Amphitrite," the succinct message read, a revelation that sent a thrill through the goddess's veins.
In this digital age, Athena had opted to retain the old ways, entrusting Hermes's messengers to deliver her sensitive information. Unlike the volatile digital realm, where data could be recovered no matter how many times it was erased, these physical missives left no trail, their contents shielded from prying eyes.
Athena smiled to herself, grateful for the security of this time-honored system. With a nod, she turned to her devoted priestess. "Let's go to Bergen," she declared, her voice brimming with purpose. "I need to see Amphitrite."
