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The first gladiator passed through the columns, and things were very okay.
There was no noise at all, and it seemed as if the insects here had migrated to another place.
Lenny frowned at this.
His assassin sense, which had been trained through countless moments of danger, was telling him that there was trouble up ahead.
And for a brief second, he paused before he sighed a bit. Sometimes, one has to take risks for the goals one wants to achieve.
This was one such moment.
He patted Crusher on the back and said, "Let's go!"
Crusher frowned, "but..."
"Yeah!" Lenny turned to him and nodded in understanding.
Crusher sighed and followed along.
These columns looked worse when he came close to them. After all, there were repetitive patterns of small, clustered holes.
If these gladiators were even a bit normal, they would have had tropophobia.