After the initial gasps and screams faded away, a chilling and unnatural silence spread across the entire arena. The rustling, humane sounds that had once filled the colosseum disappeared completely. A vacuum remained in its place, a vacuum filled with dread.
Every single person present stood still; their attention was drawn toward the horrifying sight at the center of the arena.
Many among the crowd quickly recognized the identity of the severed head that had been placed on display, and they quickly whispered to the ones ignorant about why Pope looked so shocked.
The head belonged to Pope Winston's son.
The realization was hard to swallow for everyone present. The Pope's own son had somehow been captured, killed, and publicly displayed in such a brutal and humiliating manner.
