After crossing the Saraceno River, Juleios immediately noted a change in the terrain. The gentle rise of the land and the mountain ridges running parallel to the coast narrowed the strip of flatlands, creating a natural corridor that both restricted and safeguarded their advance. While the constricted landscape offered strategic advantages, Juleios kept his wits about him. He dispatched Asistes and Ledes to command the scouts patrolling the left flank, ensuring no Lucanians could outflank them or cut off their retreat.
As they moved forward, the coastline became strikingly different. Where sandy beaches might have been expected, steep cliffs and jagged rocks rose abruptly from the sea. The waves crashed relentlessly against the rugged shoreline, sending bursts of white spray into the air and filling the area with the rhythmic thunder of water pounding stone.
"It seems unlikely that Amendolara can have a port," Juleios muttered, disappointment flickering briefly across his face.
