[Suzerain of Sheol]

The rest of the day passes uneventfully. They spend a brief night in rest, leaving with dawn in the morning, heading north, a ways inland from the coast. By midday, they have entered into Locrs, passing a few small settlements, most looking picked over and in disrepair.

While the others doze in the rear, Feenai and Jeanne guide them around the Aegean Sea. As the sun reaches its peak overhead, they find themselves drifting closer to the seaside, following the overgrown roads that wend northward. Eventually, they find themselves drawing near to the ancient Pass of Thermopylae, the narrow traverse looking to have been carved from the towering mountains alongside it by some mythic god's sword.