The muffled murmur of conversations and enthusiastic shouts gradually filled the stands of the Colosseum. The magic torches illuminated the arena powerfully, casting golden reflections on the fine sand, creating a striking contrast with the dark, cold night sky above.
Mordred, alone in his cell, could clearly feel the feverish atmosphere. He could feel every vibration coming from the audience, every heartbeat of the thousands of dragons eager to see the blood flow. Yet, despite the mounting pressure, he remained perfectly calm, controlled and focused on the battle ahead.
Suddenly, a loud horn sounded, followed by an abrupt silence. Then, almost immediately, a unanimous roar rose from the stands, vibrating with such intensity that even the stone walls seemed to tremble slightly.
The royal family had just arrived.
The dragons instantly rose to their feet, imposing and proud, fervently chanting the crown prince's name:
- VARYOS! VARYOS! VARYOS!
