"Ah... this was more than I expected." Atrox winced as the crowd roared again, so loud that the arena shook.
The arena in the capital, the one used for official things, was big enough to accept seven thousand people. And it was so seldom that it filled up.
But that day was different. It was filled to the brim, and the whole street around the arena was shut down.
Atrox was in his own private compartment.
Tiber shook his head. "I didn't know it was going to be like this as well. People have been arriving since the day before yesterday and even slept in the arena.
"People from neighboring villages and cities are here as well. In fact, some rich people are buying seats with enormous amounts of gold. The people who manage to secure front seats are being treated as royalty, and to buy that seat, only a tycoon can buy it...
