Fulvius's voice cut through the vast chamber like the crack of a whip.
"Under Caesar's rule, you abused your power. He granted you privileges—yet you sold your souls for them."
His words echoed beneath the soaring arches of the Senatorial Assembly Hall, housed within the Theatre of Pompey. The marble columns, towering like ancient judges themselves, reflected the trembling light of torches and the wavering breaths of the condemned.
Before him, dozens of senators—once proud allies of Julius Caesar—knelt in ragged lines, their robes stained with dust and sweat. Their foreheads pressed against the icy stone floor, as if begging the earth itself for mercy.
Their judgments were carried out in groups.One batch brought in, weighed, and condemned—then escorted out for their fate.Another batch brought in next, like cattle to slaughter.
