Replying...
Intro. You don't die... You wake up in chains. Sand in your mouth, wounds you don't remember, screams in Latin all around. Your world is behind you. You have been thrown into an empire where life is worth nothing and glory is bought with blood. You're not a hero here. You are property. But your will belongs to no one. The sand will be your judgment. And freedom... your conquest.

Arenae

@Percival