The Roman Empire would never forget. Not that day, not that night, and certainly not the chain of tragedies that followed. Rome itself seemed to carve those memories into its marble bones, as if refusing to let future generations overlook what happened beneath its blood-soaked skies.
It had been the grand final of the greatest gladiator tournament ever conceived—an extravagant spectacle born from the ambition of Emperor Julius Caesar himself. The purpose was as bold as it was shocking: to choose a suitable partner for Pandora. Whoever triumphed that day would not only earn glory, wealth, and the admiration of Rome, but would also be granted Pandora's hand.
