After a long and surprisingly engaging walk through the shining avenues of Olympus—the fabled City of the Gods—Nathan finally found himself being guided by Athena toward a quiet haven that felt very different from the grand marble streets and towering temples they had just left behind. The Garden of Demeter was a place of gentle life, a sanctuary filled with fragrant blossoms, golden wheat swaying under an eternal sun, and the soft trickle of clear streams running through stone channels and also all kind of flowers. It was a slice of peace in the heart of Olympus, where the divine seemed almost… approachable.
Athena stopped before a path lined with blooming pomegranates and turned to him, her expression carefully measured.
"I hope it wasn't boring for you, Septimius," she said, her voice calm yet carrying a subtle weight—as if she feared his answer more than she wished to admit.
