The setting sun dyed the black stone wall of the governor's private port with hues of gold and crimson, like blood.
And above this golden-red backdrop, arrows and javelins flew thick and fast.
Under the morning sunlight, the vampires' combat efficacy markedly decreased.
Their foes were gladiators well-acquainted with the dangers of the arena.
These gladiators might be unsuitable for formal battle formations, but they excelled at special operations.
"For freedom! Break them!"
Leading the charge over the ladders atop the walls, Sux's hoarse shout tore through the morning mist.
As soon as he finished shouting, he raised his longsword and cleaved it onto a guard's shield.
Behind him, a torrent of over a thousand gladiators along with more than eight hundred slaves surged toward the private port's walls.
Holding battle axes were centaur slaves, vampire deserters wielded giant hammers, and human pirates gripped spears and scimitars.
