Zeus, still wearing his familiar mask, strode through the serene grounds of Roxana's private territory within the Celestial Academy. The place had an untouched stillness to it, a calm that bordered on eerie.
It was a sanctuary, known only to a select few—Zeus, Lucy, and Roxana herself. Surrounded by thick, towering trees and a sky that seemed perpetually painted in twilight hues, the territory felt almost otherworldly.
Despite the calm, there was a weight in the air—a subtle tension, like the quiet before a storm. It clung to everything, making even the softest rustle of the leaves feel significant. Zeus knew that such peace could be deceiving.
