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Roar of the Maximus
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Truth be told...When Lepidus followed Caligula into the Circus Maximus, he was still unsure.The initial surge of bravery he'd felt while chasing after the boy now seemed fragile—easily shattered by the overwhelming reality of his situation.He didn’t know what he would say if he managed to get close.If he could get close.And he didn’t know what to do once he was near.If he could even get near.It was all obstacles. One after another.Could he really just show up unannounced and speak to Caligula as if it were the most natural thing in the world?Could he?"That's..." He slowed, doubt creeping in as he neared the entrance. "...That's being shameless. I suppose."He didn’t want Caligula’s friends—especially Asprenas, the silver-eyed boy—to look down on him.No, worse. He didn’t want them to look down on Caligula for speaking to someone like him.He knew they’d lift their brows. Just one glance, and they’d know.Tattered cape. Dirty tunic. Sand-worn leather sandals.And the smell. S
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He felt cold.Not the kind that the wind brings.The kind that lives inside you.It started in his fingertips and moved inward, curling like smoke into his chest, into his spine.It's freezing.His hands still held the goblets—no, one goblet was already on the ground.It rolled.Just one now. Golden. Still full. Sticky. Sweet.Suddenly someone was there.Kneeling in front of him. That familiar scent of mint.Shielding his eyes from the gruesome sight. Even though he couldn’t see the face of the dead.Only that, it was now drowning on a black liquid. Not moving.Drusus’ voice was echoing in his ears.. 'What was it that he said?' he tried to remember.'To twelve years of divine promise?'.It was like the voice echoing in his head was being spoken under the water.Incoherent. Like a gurgle. But loud.Suddenly, he heard a voice before he saw the face.Coherent. Pulling him back.He recognized the smell, the voice. The one he was waiting for.Lepidus."Breathe in," Lepidus said. "Come on.
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The dimly lit tabernae, tucked deep in the heart of Rome, was a haven for those seeking refuge from the scorching sun—and from the law.The room was cold and bare, not a place for pleasantries—only secrets and threats.No torches lined the walls. Only a small oil lamp flickered on the table, casting shadows that danced like ghosts.The air was thick with the smell of wine and sweat, and the sounds of raucous laughter and clinking glasses filled the atmosphere.Outside, Volcanalia still raged, but inside, it felt as though the world had stopped.Arminius, disguised as an old beggar, limped toward the entrance.Cloaked, hooded, tall—his back stooped, his step uneven. Yet his posture remained deliberate, coiled, like a wolf pretending to be weak.He scanned the room, his gaze meeting the eyes of those inside. Conversations faltered; people measured the beggar who had entered.He ignored them.Only one person mattered.Sejanus. The snake.He had sent him a message earlier, once he stepped
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