I looked at around the area after I broke the hug with my father. The bodies of the suitors laid sprawled in every corner, all thanks to the loyal servants, Eumaeus, my father, and me. The whole castle was a bloody mess, and at the center of it all laid an enormous rock with several crushed bodies under it. The grisly scene brought pure joy to my mind, yet I still felt a sharp pain on my arm. The ache caused my eyes to wander downwards to my upper arm, and that’s when I found blood exiting a small wound. I turned to my father to tell him about the laceration, however, I found him looking around with a colossal smile plastered on his face. His massive smile caused my facial features to contort to a similar beam. Ulysses looked so compelling