The torches flickered against the stone walls of the Colosseum as darkness settled over Rome like a heavy cloak. Their orange flames cast dancing shadows across the ancient architecture, creating an almost mystical atmosphere that seemed to pulse with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of burning oil, roasted meat from vendors, and the unmistakable metallic tang that always lingered in the arena—a reminder of the blood that had been spilled on these sands countless times before.
The Second Round of the gladiator tournament was about to commence, and the energy crackling through the massive structure was almost tangible.
The Gathering Storm
