Onshore breezes climbed the mountain slopes until the air became cool enough to condense its vapor to rain. A lone banyan tree stood atop the mountain casting its dark shadows on the muddy ground. The rain reacted with the earth creating the scent of ground. Under the banyan tree stood several figures. One of those figures was Michael. The city of Crilta could be seen in the distance. His eyes were fixed on the smoke reaching the sky from the arena.
"It's done," Michael said, turning back to see the fresh grave of Doctorus. The gladiators gather around the grave with their heads lowered. They paid their last respect to Doctorus in silence.
