The air inside the deeper rings of the coliseum grew heavy, like stale breath locked in stone for centuries. Pillars taller than watchtowers rose around them, cracked and half-sunken into the layered ruins.
Shadows dripped across fractured mosaics, and the echo of water from some source still flowed off the walls when they dropped to th ground.
Adam looked on at the surroundings, from looks alone, he could tell that this was a place of war and battle for the ancient monsters who once dwelt in it.
"I take it this part of the coliseum was the... fun zone?"
Adam muttered, glancing over his shoulder, the vampires that were here, and frozen in time, seemed to be having fun, as he watched them in their stasis state.
Clara didn't so much as glance their way.
Rather, she said.
"Reckless enfants if you ask me."
She said, brushing her fingers along the wall's faded carvings.
