Zeus and Roxana made their way down the winding path toward the arena, the subtle tension between them mixing with the quiet of their surroundings. Although the conversation flowed smoothly, both were aware of the power each held, creating an underlying current of anticipation.
Zeus glanced over at Roxana, his eyes narrowing slightly as curiosity flickered within. He broke the silence, his voice steady but probing.
"Tell me, Roxana," he began, his words carefully measured, "have you faced any... difficulties with the other top elders since you're now at six stars? I assume most of them are still at eight stars, right?"
For a moment, Roxana was quiet. Then, unexpectedly, a burst of laughter escaped her, rich and genuine, echoing through the still air. The corners of her lips curled into a sly grin as she turned her gaze to him, her eyes glinting with amusement.
