Zeus arrived at the arena, his sharp ears immediately picking up on the loud commotion echoing from within. The roar of the crowd was unmistakable—something intense was either happening or about to go down.
His gut clenched with concern, though he tried to suppress it. "She hasn't caused too much damage yet, has she?" he muttered under his breath, though the hope in his voice was thin.
[Heh, knowing Lucy? She's probably just getting warmed up,] the system chimed in, its tone dripping with amusement. [You might want to hurry, though. Wouldn't want to miss the fireworks.]
Ignoring the system's smugness, Zeus quickened his pace and made his way to the audience seats, his eyes immediately locking onto the arena floor.
There, standing with an unyielding confidence on one side, was Lucy. She was poised, her stance betraying no fear, while on the opposite side stood five men, each radiating arrogance.
