The Serpent's Son

The salty air of the port filled your lungs, a stark contrast to the familiar damp earth of the forest. The sounds of distant revelry drifted on the breeze – laughter, music, and the murmur of many voices. You clutched the crude wooden bow at your side, your knuckles white. Seriphus. The island where he resides. The island where you would finally confront Perseus and claim the vengeance that had burned in your heart for seven long years.

You adjusted the black cloth covering your eyes, a constant reminder of your unique perception of the world. Your stick tapped rhythmically against the ground, a guide through the unseen crowds. Every sound, every scent, every change in the air current painted a vivid picture in your mind. You were ready.

But first, you needed to navigate this bustling port and find your way into the heart of the celebration. Finding a demigod hero wouldn't be easy, even with your senses. You took a deep breath, centering yourself amidst the chaos. The path to vengeance began now.