Athena's brow furrowed as she stared intently at the gold envelope resting before her. She had been staying in Portugal, tirelessly searching for any sign of Medusa, when this unexpected message from her eternal rival, Poseidon, had arrived.
The goddess of wisdom couldn't help but feel a prickle of suspicion as she turned the envelope over in her hands. What could the god of the sea possibly want from her? Their enmity was the stuff of legends, their centuries-old feud an immutable fact of the divine realm.
Athena felt a twinge of annoyance as she glanced up at Hermes, who hovered nearby with his trademark mischievous grin. "What's this?" she asked, her tone infused with a hint of wariness.
"A post, a mail, from Poseidon," Hermes replied, his voice nonchalant. "Can't you read?" The messenger god seemed utterly unconcerned by everything.
