The arena chosen to host the grand opening ceremony—and the site of the upcoming tournament—was none other than the most colossal battleground in all of Rome: the Mars Arena, so named in honor of the war god Ares, revered here by his Roman name, Mars. It was an architectural marvel, a stadium that embodied the very spirit of Roman glory and blood-soaked tradition.
As Nathan stepped onto the stone threshold of the arena, he was hit by a thunderous, bone-rattling wave of sound. It wasn't mere cheering—it was a roaring storm of human voices, an avalanche of cries and chants that shook the very air. The overwhelming cacophony crashed down on him like a tidal wave, powerful enough to make his ears ring.
