Achilleus sat by the sea, his heart heavy with the death of Patroklos. His eyes were filled with a burning determination to avenge his friend.

Thetis, seeing her son's pain, came to him. 'My son,' she said softly. 'I understand your grief, but you need armor to fight.'

Thetis ascended to Olympus, to the great smith Hephaistos. 'I need your help, Hephaistos,' she said. 'My son needs armor to fight in the battle.'

Hephaistos, hearing Thetis' request, nodded. 'I will craft armor for Achilleus,' he said. 'The finest armor that has ever been made.'

Hephaistos worked tirelessly, his hammer striking the metal. The armor began to take shape, strong and gleaming, fit for a hero.

Once the armor was complete, Thetis thanked Hephaistos. 'This will protect my son,' she said gratefully, and took the armor back to the mortal realm.

Thetis returned to Achilleus and presented the divine armor. 'This will protect you, my son,' she said. 'Now go and fight with honor.'

Achilleus donned the armor, feeling its power. 'I will make the Trojans pay,' he vowed. 'For Patroklos.'

Achilleus charged into the battle, his warcry resonating across the field. The Trojans, seeing him, started to retreat in fear.

The Greeks, inspired by Achilleus, fought with renewed vigor. Slowly, they started to push back the Trojans.

Achilleus, leading the Greeks, managed to recover Patroklos' body. 'Rest in peace, my friend,' he said softly. 'I have avenged you.'

With Patroklos' body recovered and the Trojans driven away, Achilleus stood tall. His heart was still heavy, but he had fulfilled his promise.