The warm-toned light of the Sun cascaded down the towering walls of the Colosseum, illuminating the weathered, dirty brown stones.
It stood majestically tall, crimson hues on the Arena walls, representing the forgotten tales of battles of champions. The Age of Gladiators they called it.
The Arena nestled in the heart of the Colosseum, was surrounded by stands that could hold up to a million spectators.
The golden glow of the sun cast a warm, oppressive heat that swept over the Spectators. Though, in the midst of that heat was a chilling, settling cold.
The Audience's gazes fixed on the White haired boy that stood in the midst of falling snow. A chilling wind encircled him, defiling the sun's ambience.
The Battle had slowly and painstakingly ended, but the crowd's murmurs and tense postures betrayed their captivation.
