Being there in the coliseum stirred memories within Damian, reminiscent of the time he had participated in similar fights to get closer to Miller and raise much-needed funds. But this experience was markedly different. Inexplicably, his powers had been sealed within this particular floor of the Skyfall Tower, rendering him nothing more than a feeble human, unable to tap into his extraordinary abilities that once set him apart.
The coliseum itself proved to be more than just an arena for bloodsport; it was an entire city, teeming with human inhabitants. To them, the coliseum served as a twisted form of entertainment, a grim spectacle that thrived on the darkest aspects of humanity. The realization sent a chill down Damian's spine. How could people find solace and amusement in such a macabre display?
