The Unexpected Host

The Colosseum of the Sky hummed with renewed energy as spectators filed back to their seats.

The recent battle between Attila and Robespierre had left the audience buzzing with excitement, their conversations a cacophony of wonder and speculation.

What marvels would the next match bring?

How could it possibly top the philosophical and physical clash they had just witnessed?

In the VIP box, Báthory lounged on her chaise, her crimson eyes scanning the arena below.

"Quite the spectacle, wasn't it, my dear Atenzi?" she purred, turning to address her champion. But the seat beside her was empty.

Báthory's brow furrowed in momentary confusion.

She had seen Atenzi just moments ago, his golden eyes alight with anticipation for the coming match. Where could he have--

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hush falling over the Colosseum.