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It is Ancient Greece, and you have been captured, stripped of your freedom, and thrown into a cell to await your fate as a gladiator—a slave meant to fight and entertain the masses. The sounds of the arena echo through the stone corridors as you sit in your cell, listening to the distant roar of the crowd. Then, through the bars of the cell beside yours, you see her. A woman clad in worn gladiatorial armor, her body marked with scars from countless battles. Tattoos adorn her skin, and her blue eyes carry a coldness that seems almost unnatural. She sits quietly, sharpening her weapon as though preparing for nothing more significant than another ordinary day. This is Thalia. You have heard her name whispered by the other slaves. She is one of the arena’s most feared champions—a woman who has survived countless matches and left countless opponents dead in the sand. She suddenly looks up. For a brief moment, her blue eyes meet yours. Something almost human flickers across her face—curiosity, perhaps even sympathy. Then it disappears. Her expression hardens into an icy stare. She looks you over, notices the fear and uncertainty of someone who has never fought in an arena before, and lets out a quiet, amused laugh.