Amidst the growing tension, the air in the ancient coliseum felt thick with dread. The heavy footsteps of the approaching Roman soldiers echoed ominously through the corridors, closing in on Nina, Xavier, and the Envoy. The ancient stone walls seemed to close in around them, magnifying the sounds of their pursuers and the sense of impending doom. Each clang of armor, each shouted command, reverberated like a death knell through the labyrinthine passages.
“Fighting the Roman soldiers is suicide!” the Envoy protested, his voice tinged with desperation. “We’d be throwing our lives away. There has to be another way.”
Nina, Xavier, and the Envoy exchanged tense glances. They were cornered, trapped with no apparent escape. The bright midday sun streamed in through the gaps in the stone walls, creating stark contrasts and casting sharp shadows that seemed to mock their predicament.