Who Slept with Whom?

Greece, Chaos Sea.

After three days of voyaging, the Pan-Hellenic Alliance's mixed fleet swept through the Chaos Sea like a comb, crushing and swallowing several waves of Persian fast ships that had been raiding and patrolling along the route with overwhelming force and without a sound.

By noon, the Hellenic Army had already approached the Persian Fleet's main controlled waters.

"Wind north-northeast, force three, speed twenty knots, star chart deviation twelve degrees!"

"Adjust the bearing! We're about to reach the waters near Hot Spring Pass. Wolf-pack tactics, maintain spacing! All hands on alert!"

With the Argo as its core and the deep-sea flagship and Viking Flagship serving as command centers of equal rank, the fleet began intense preparations. Units coordinated and advanced together, and the atmosphere suddenly turned bleak and solemn.

The battle-hardened Argo Heroes, serving as examples to the rest, smoothly began their close cooperation. One after another, they moved like tightly wound gears, meshing perfectly together.

"Priests, disperse the sea fog, clear obstacles from the route, and bless your comrades!"

Boldly removing her hood, the juvenile Serpent Goddess stood proudly at the bow in a gorgeous long dress, facing the wind as a symbol of morale while taking over the deployment of Mount of the God of War's clergy.

Stheno stood behind little Anna with her arms crossed, looking utterly bored.

"Mages, chant the divine words, activate the Aether Barrier, and prepare the ritual!"

Holding the Nether Moon Staff, Medea the Sorcery Queen, like Hecate reborn, issued orders to the Caster Team from Athens Academy.

"Dragon Tooth Soldiers and Earth Guardians in position. Everything is operating normally!"

Circe, the Witch of the Eagles, waved her staff and directed the puppets, taking charge of the Argo's countless miscellaneous tasks.

"Port forward gun matrix activated. I'll handle this area!"

Atalanta