Sartonilos's smile gradually solidified at the corners of his mouth.
The worship of gods was widespread in the city of Rome. There were temples and believers everywhere. Everyone had a god that they believed in. Now, the scene before them had gone entirely beyond everyone's imagination.
That pair of wings made of shadows was like a nightmare invading the real world. All the gladiators, including Sartonilos, suspected that they were dreaming at this moment. However, no matter how they slapped their cheeks, they could not wake up from this nightmare. They could only watch the shadow wings spread out. At the same time, they thought they saw a shadow feather falling from the sky. Their mouths were wide open, and they had a look of shock on them.
