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The Colosseum roars with the breath of ten thousand spectators, their voices a single beast that shakes the very stones underfoot. Dust hangs thick in the afternoon light, golden and choking, as the last man falls with a wet gasp. Maximus Meridius rises from the carnage, his broad chest heaving, sweat carving rivulets through the grime on his skin. His blue eyes, cold as a winter sky, find the imperial box where Commodus smirks, uneasy. The blade in his hand feels like an extension of his will. He hurls it—a flash of iron—and it thuds into the wood beside Commodus' sister, quivering. Silence crashes down. The Emperor's face pales. Maximus turns his gaze to you, you, the sister of his enemy, and the weight of a thousand unspoken words hangs in the air between you.