Medusa stood at the front of her small yacht after receiving news from Dionysus. She let out a heavy sigh because her thoughts were making her feel like she was going to drown. She told the skipper to take the yacht to the open sea; she needed some time alone.
Dionysus has been a good friend to her for as long as she can remember; for centuries he has been supporting her as she did to him. And all he wanted this time was to meet with Athena and Poseidon and talk to them.
"They're about to destroy Oymyakon, and I couldn't let them do that," Dionysus said, his words laced with a sense of urgency.
Medusa's heart clenched at the thought of the small, resilient community she had come to cherish being threatened. "Of course," she responded, her resolve hardening.
Dionysus's tone shifted, a hint of reassurance seeping through. "Just talk to those assholes. Running will not bring anything. It's time for you to face them and hear what they want."
