Amathea Warriors

On a platform made of wood, in the corners, musicians gather to play drums. The drumming is rhythmic, creating a fast and slightly unnerving melody, with the feeling that something is about to come up. Gathered around, making a circle, the people watch the empty stage and the way the musicians beat their hands on the instrument, making the hollow sound reverberate through all their ears.

Rhea's heart seems to beat in the same rhythm, anxious for the scenes that will develop there. And in the blink of an eye, five warriors from Amathea suddenly appear, after jumping from the roof. Her blue irises glisten with anticipation, as these warriors, with bare chests full of tattoos and red lines, begin to move agilely, in rhythm with the drumming that gets even faster.

Their movements are synchronized, in perfect harmony. They're so precise that it seems like a reflex. The sway of their body, the movement of their hips and legs that rise high, as if they were kicking an enemy, everything makes