The intense noon sun shone high above the city of Sinnuessa, but the rebels stood vigilant above the wall. Even with a layer of sweat covering their bodies, their spirit never wavered and their fatigue only served to strengthen their resolve.
One rebel saw a cloud of dust forming in the distance and squinted to get a better look at it.
After a few seconds, he shouted.
"A rider is approaching!"
"How many?!" Someone shouted from another section of the wall.
"Just one… But, by the looks of it, he is a fucking Roman officer!"
The mention of anything related to Rome made any gladiator who was still relaxing stand up. Before long, a ton of people crowded the wall, looking down at the approaching figure.
"Call out Spartacus!" One of the gladiators said.
