Several long, suffocating minutes had passed since the gladiator tournament had been violently interrupted—minutes that felt like hours to the people of Rome. The ground had trembled, the air had turned heavy, and then the unthinkable happened: the two sacred Beasts, protectors of the Eternal City itself, had been summoned.
From that moment onward, Rome descended into absolute panic.
The once lively streets, bursting with cheers and excitement for the tournament, had been swallowed by a chaos so thick and wild it felt alive. The screams of terrified citizens echoed through the marble avenues as they ran in every direction, desperately trying to escape the violence erupting around them.
But the true terror wasn't just the beasts.
It was the assassins.
