Chapter 3: Rising Action
The air thickened as Odysseus's men, encumbered with the weight of their new forms, squealed in panic. The hairs on their bristly backs prickled as they caught sight of the magnificent pale marble walls of Circe's palace. Her laughter cut through the stifling heat like a dagger, cold and merciless, as the humans turned to grotesque sows, their eyes blinded by fear and disgust.