In stark contrast to the bustling life of the Trojan camps, the Greek encampment lay shrouded in an oppressive silence, a heavy gloom hanging over every corner. The air felt stifling, as though the loss they had suffered had stolen the very vitality from their souls. The once-proud warriors who filled the camp with laughter, shouts, and the clang of preparation now moved like shadows, burdened by grief.
Their most recent battle had dealt them a blow that many feared might be insurmountable. Heracles—one of their mightiest champions, a pillar of strength and honor—was no more. The weight of his death pressed down upon them like a boulder crushing fragile reeds.