Anasthasia wasn't like the rest of them; they took a seat in the coliseum's west wing. From the center, there found a podium, where Blake stood as he delivered his final speech. There were roarins, cheers and a round of applause.
But those weren't her concerns. They were mundane. From the structure alone, she could see the stark distinction of the hierarchy.
The ones who stayed with lavish and comfort on the higher spots, undoubtedly the nobles of higher ranks—Dressed in such an outfit, and shrouded themselves with such a mask. There were specific spots saved for those who took reservations prior to the event.
On the other hand, the middle and lower classes make up most of the spaces from the 'Eternal Coliseum', and worth noting how the seats were fully packed. There were still more people coming in and out, no different from gushing river water on several vomitories.
'I've never seen them; did I take the route for nobles?'
