The first phase of the legendary gladiator tournament was about to commence—a brutal and merciless battle royale.
Hundreds of seasoned gladiators from every corner of the known world were summoned to the colossal coliseum, a sea of warriors each prepared to stake their lives for glory, survival, and spectacle. The air itself trembled with anticipation, thick with the scent of sand, sweat, and blood yet to be spilled.
This event, in particular, was one of Rome's most cherished traditions. The battle royale was synonymous with unrestrained carnage—a chaotic bloodbath where anything could happen. For the citizens of Rome, it was not just a fight; it was entertainment in its purest, most savage form. It was during this stage that surprise upsets, brutal duels, and the deaths of dozens—if not more—kept hearts racing and the amphitheater trembling with cheers.
A Roman herald, draped in crimson and bronze, stepped forward, his booming voice echoing through the marble walls.
