Zeus followed closely behind Roxana, his mind racing with possibilities about the conversation she wanted to have. He expected some serious discussion about his future training or strategy, but when they finally arrived at their destination, he froze.
The place was nothing like he imagined. Instead of a private office, he found himself standing in the middle of a massive arena. The wide, circular space, encased by towering stone walls, radiated an atmosphere of intense battles and harsh training. It was unmistakably a place meant for combat.
Zeus narrowed his eyes, his initial confusion turning into suspicion. "What the...?" he muttered, glancing around. "This isn't what I expected."
Roxana spun on her heel to face him, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "Looks like I took the wrong road," she said, her voice playful but with an unmistakable edge of challenge in it.