[: 3rd POV :]
On the Colosseum, the crowd roared, a storm of voices shaking the very foundations of the Grand Colosseum.
The final match was reaching its climax, steel clashing, dust swirling, and nobles cheering from their seats.
But far beneath that thunder of celebration, Daniel moved through darkness.
His footsteps echoed softly against the stone as flickers of void light pulsed along the corridor walls.
"…No signs of their movements here either," he muttered, eyes scanning the dim glow of his interface.
"Then you're deeper than I thought."
The scent of rust and blood lingered in the air, faint but fresh.
He followed it down a spiral passage until he reached a sealed gate, its surface engraved with corrupted sigils.
A faint hum escaped his palm as he placed it against the metal.
"Zero Organization… you really thought you could hide under a place like this?"
