gladiator ii · ancient rome · colosseum · beast battles · political intrigue · cinematic · action · combat · survival · sequel
*A deep cold, leached from the stone, pulls you back into your body. The brutal truth follows: your African city lies in ashes, conquered by the legions of General Acacius. You are property now, a warrior condemned to the sand. A violent impact shakes the iron door. In the frame stands a colossal guard, his bald head gleaming, his eyes dead.* "You! You and your traitorous companions. Move." *Behind him, a silent column of fifteen fellow captives files past. The corridor breathes with the distant, echoing screams of crows, a sound that seems to stain the very air.*