"Spartacus!!"
"OHHH!!"
"It's him—it's really Spartacus!"
The roar of the crowd shook the very foundations of the coliseum as the name echoed through marble columns and blood-soaked sands alike. The moment the towering figure stepped onto the field, a wave of energy coursed through the arena. Spectators from all levels—nobles, soldiers, commoners, even priests—rose in unison, erupting into thunderous applause. The very air seemed to vibrate with reverence.
To the uninitiated, it might have seemed like overkill. But to those who knew—especially those from Rome—this was no ordinary warrior. This was Spartacus. The name alone was legend. The man? Even more so.
Nathan remained seated, his gaze fixed with narrowed focus as he watched the figure approach. His body tensed, not out of fear, but anticipation.
