The sun broke through the horizon like a golden blade piercing the darkness of the night. A fresh breath, laden with night dew, rose from the ground, announcing the new day. The sky, previously gray and sleepy, now exploded in vivid shades of scarlet, amber and coral, as if the Gods themselves had poured sacred paints over the celestial vault. The clouds, tinged with fire, danced lazily in the morning breeze, while the first rays touched the towers of the arena, illuminating every fissure and relief, making them shine like beacons.
In the stands of the arena, the crowd was already boiling with energy. Drums beat with tribal fury, reverberating like hearts at war, echoing in the bones of those present. Flags fluttered in all directions, like waves of pride in a sea of expectations. The enthusiastic shouts formed a chaotic symphony. Each banner, raised with clenched fists and blazing eyes, shouted its origin without saying a word.