The stadium soon grew louder as a massive crowd filled the seats. The air shook with excitement, banners waved, and the sound of drums echoed through the arena. One by one, the great figures began to appear, each commanding attention in their own way.
Roosevelt the First Prince his footsteps were heavy and steady, surrounded by his followers.
They were broad men, scarred from battles, carrying the kind of presence that only veterans of war could have. The crowd roared for them, clapping and shouting.Their voices were carried far across the stone walls of the colosseum.
They looked fierce, seasoned, and every gesture reminded people of battlefields soaked with blood and honor.
Not long after, Rein, the Second Prince, entered with his group. Unlike Roosevelt's warriors, his followers looked scholarly, dressed in robes and armor with refined marks.
Their gazes were sharp, thoughtful, as if they studied the situation rather than rushed into it.
