Those about to die.
The Imperial Games.
A spectacle of blood and steel, of triumph and defeat, where the roar of the crowd fed the ferocity of men.
It was a celebration held biannually or in honor of a special occasion, and today, the colosseum filled with eager faces, packed to the brim as the people gathered for the games held in Aric's honor.
The anticipation they felt was off scaale, energy that raged through the audience as they awaited the carnage to come—whether chariot racing, beast fights, or the deadly dance of gladiators, the Games never failed to satisfy the bloodthirsty.
Far below the rising stands, preparations were underway.
In the shadows beneath the arena, slaves hurried to release the beasts from their cages, and gladiators made their final prayers to gods they no longer believed in.