The sun was rising in the land of red sand, and in the center of the mysterious city, a temperature was rising inside the boiling arena.
Screams of joy, songs in honor of an individual, the public was in turmoil, and on the ground, on a sandy and rocky ground covered with pools of blood, two gladiators slit each other's throats.
On one side, a gladiator with an axe, and on the other, a gladiator with a mace, both caught in a dance of death.
The axe-wielding gladiator spread his arms wide, taunting his opponent who was bleeding from the right side of his stomach.
The latter raised the spear high and uttered a cry of rage before spinning his weapon and jumping on his opponent, both emitting a red aura.
The spear hit the ground hard, the impact creating a crater and raising dust into the air, and behind him the mace hit the ground, covered in blood and parts of the skull it had just crushed.
