Julian stood in plain sight, wearing worn-out clothes and a cape. However, there was no mistaking the strength he exuded, enabling Thrax to sense his presence.
The two approached each other and stood several meters away from each other. A moment of silence passed between them.
Perhaps, the Roman standing in front of him was the only Roman he had fond feelings for, but meeting him at the moment, while surrounded by the corpses of Roman women and children was far from ideal.
As much as the Roman tried to hide it, Thrax could easily smell his anger. He stood still, waiting to see how his Roman friend would react.
But they were not exactly alone and the rebels all saw what was going on. After all, even hidden beneath the worn-out clothes, the aura of Roman arrogance was unmistakable.
One of the gladiators, a huge man with a mop of short dark hair, raised his massive sword towards Julian.
