22″“They call me cunning. A hero. A legend. But legends don’t bleed, do they?” He looks at the shore of Ithaca in the distance—home after 20 long, cursed years. “I outwitted gods, escaped monsters, and watched men die because they followed me. And for what? A crown? A bed that doesn’t float?” Smirks bitterly. “I’m home. But the war never really ends, does it?”
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