Zeus, now called as the third-ranked outer disciple, strode confidently toward the arena, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips. As he walked, he shot a glance at Cedric, Julian, and Caius, all of them watching him with barely concealed arrogance and disdain.
Their posturing didn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, his smirk only deepened, as if to silently say, "Watch closely—I'm about to show you how it's really done."
[Oh look, they're glaring at you like you stole their favorite toy. Typical weaklings,] the system chimed in, dripping with its usual mocking tone. [I almost feel bad for them. Almost.]
"Let them have their moment," Zeus replied inwardly, his voice calm and collected. "I'll crush their pride soon enough."
