After his conversation with Freja and a brief exchange with Elin, Nathan finally decided to make an appearance at the opening ceremony of the grand gladiator tournament. He had no intention of participating, of course. The mere thought of entering the blood-soaked arena, cheered on by frenzied crowds, did nothing for him. This wasn't his battlefield, nor his moment to shine.
More importantly, both Aphrodite and Khione had asked—no, insisted—that he avoid Pandora for now. It wasn't just about danger; it was about timing. Their concerns echoed in his mind. The eyes of the gods were everywhere, and some—Athena in particular—were best left unaware of his presence, at least for the moment. Even though he wore a simple disguise, something modest yet effective, he couldn't shake the unease that her divine wisdom might cut right through it. That woman… could see too much.
