Soldiers standing near the railings many feet above the fighting ground grinned.
Higher ranking officials in the various stands up top were delighted, being served foods and grapes from the same type of slave that was currently in the battleground.
The woman in the arena slowly rose to her feet. Her eyes were red from crying for what seemed to have been hours.
This was no wonder, as she had gotten the notice that she would be the first blood sacrifice that morning.
From the passage balconies in the walls of the coliseum, her friends grieved for her loss, even though she was still alive.
They too bawled their eyes out.
At that moment, Hyren gritted his teeth. He was in one of the railed hallways which were carved in the upper part of the arena wall.
He was dressed just like a slave, but his face didn't resemble one.
In fact, he even had an angry expression right now.
He placed his hand on the railing, stepping forward.
