Deep in the starry sky, the writhing tendrils of Shining Star Sunflower bloom in the night, casting strands of starlight, highlighting a towering, sprawling Holy City, ablaze with lights, bloody and thrilling.
In the gladiator arena.
Hundreds of human slaves wielding iron tools, shackled at both hands and feet, surround three towering and fierce saber-toothed tigers in the center, barely able to stand.
Very soon.
A bloodthirsty and brutal battle erupts.
The saber-toothed tiger bites down on the last person's neck, flinging the half-eaten face into the air like a kite, the lifeless eyes still holding an intense fear.
"Oh oh oh!"
"Devour him alive! You stupid tiger, swallow!"
"Tear them apart!"
The audience below claps excitedly, raising their betting chips and waving them, celebrating the bloody feast of death.
