Passing through the high peaks of clouds, falling from the edge of the stars.
The silver alchemy long shuttle lived up to its promise, carrying a group of people across the waves of the Western Sea.
Unlike the East Sea, perhaps it was due to Triton, a symbol of shame, or perhaps due to the dread of the Titan who supports the sky, neither Oceanus, the God of the Ocean, nor Nereus, son of the Ancient Sea God destined to become the Principal God, had any intention to expand their realms here.
Poseidon least of all. In the decade-long war during the last epoch, he had also fought on the ground against this Titan who wielded the power of Strength.
Even back then, when Atlas had yet to bear the burden of supporting the sky, his power left a lasting impression on the Sea Emperor.
If possible, he had no desire to provoke this obstinate Ancient God. Thus, all along the journey, Heracles did not encounter any mighty marine creatures.
