Zeus had barely returned to his spot after his explosive display when the arena buzzed with murmurs of disbelief and awe. The crowd hadn't quite processed what they had just witnessed, and even the top elders were whispering amongst themselves. Yet, as the next name was called, the excitement quickly quieted down, and all eyes turned toward the second-ranked disciple.
Zeus, still basking in the afterglow of his performance, folded his arms and leaned back casually, fully expecting to see his sister, Lucy, step forward.
"Finally," he thought, a smug grin creeping across his face, "let's see just how far she's come."
But instead of Lucy, a man emerged from the shadows. Zeus's smirk faltered for a split second, his eyebrows rising in mild surprise. "Wait... that's not Lucy."
