Roman Colosseum Blueprints Novels & Stories

On the day of the battle, scheduled four days after Manuel's positive answer, a big crowd stood excited on the stages of the largest arena in the academy. It was a circular building on the left side of the river, with an empty space fifty meters wide encircled by hundreds of overhead seats. 'It resembles the Colosseum.' Lucinda thought, lazily standing at the center of the arena surrounded by the crowd of students. 'There are some inscriptions on the ground and even on the walls below the stages, it seems that I won't have to worry about breaking it.' She was waiting for her opponent to appear, turning a deaf ear to the screams of the crowd above her.

Everything almost felt normal. A billboard hovered overhead, suspended above the ground. A ring of bright advertisements circled it's outside as it played a cheerful theme, broadcasting vacations for TMC officers and their families. Rome was a peaceful place, but we still couldn't let our guard down. After all, over ninety-percent of Rome's income depended on the TMC and their factory. In the distance I could see the Colosseum, it's cylindrical exterior wall jutting high into the Roman skyline. The once-historic arena had been converted into a solar power generator for the shield dome overhead, it's massive circumference lined with shimmering solar panels.

He brought her to a massive, weathered ruin—the Ancient Lumero Colosseum, one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Though it wasn't normally open at this hour, Lucian had probably arranged their visit in advance, as the closed iron gates opened to welcome their entry. After climbing the stone steps upward, they soon stood at the highest point of the colosseum, overlooking most of Lumero as if they were standing at the highest point in the world.

He didn't have to, but he did. As he responded, I brought my attention toward the room we'd stepped into. I'd never been in the Colosseum before but I was starting to see why it was so famous. It was gigantic, with a dome ceiling that was easily fifteen stories tall in the center. Booths of different solar vendors covered the floor, organized in perfectly straight rows. Men and women walked busily around, carrying trays that were covered in drinks.

Varick clears his throat. Rodin enters the captain’s shelter. The tent is thrashed, scrolls are everywhere, opened, and tossed around as someone’s investigation got turned upside down. Black ink and letter openers are on the grass floor. There are broken weapons between the dirt and lawn which are also mixed with clothes, blankets, and other assortments that make a temporary home. At the helm of the inside is a pile of papers and documents. Rodin goes over to this pile; he kneels and searches through the unorganized mess. Most of the papers are names of the military dark elves, slaves, and construction blueprints. The blueprints look like the construct is a combination of a golem infused wit

It took us about ten minutes to get to the Colosseum and almost five minutes to get a good parking spot and verify our tickets “So this is the Colosseum, it’s one of the seven wonders in the world,” I say pointing at the tall building. “You don’t say.” He says dryly looking apathetic, I rolled my eyes at him as we walked further in. It wasn’t as busy as I thought it would be, people were in groups with different tour guides telling them the history of the place. “Did you know it actually took eight years to build this and it can fit eighty thousand people, if not more,” I say to William who still looks uninterested with his hands in his pockets.

His voice is rougher than he intends. “This is Marcus,” Mighty says, gesturing to the man. “He’s got something you need to see.” Marcus shifts uncomfortably under Draco’s gaze, clutching a tablet against his chest like a shield. “The blueprint that girl gave you,” Marcus begins, his voice barely above a whisper. “It was the old one, from before the place became a shoe factory and they restructured it,” Draco straightens, suddenly very alert at his words. “What are you talking about?” “We managed to get our hands on the new one. The current layout.”

'Frankly, it feels like I was watching wrestling matches. The Colosseum looked like a larger version of the Roman Colosseum and could hold more than 100000 people. It was basically as large as a soccer field. On the highest point of the right-wing, the sculpture depicting a man holding a sword and raising it toward the sky could be seen. With his eyesight, Sol could clearly see the words inscribed on it. <> "Your highness, please follow me to the lounge, her majesty must go prepare for her speech."

Through the blue light, the ink seemed to rise off the page, change shape, and then became clear text. Ancient Latin. Age-old, but readable. "I can see it," I breathed, my heart beating against my ribs. "It's... it's a blueprint." "Translate," Marcus Blackthorn ordered, leaning forward, his glass of scotch forgotten in his hand. I scanned the page. The illustrations were horrific.....sketches of human bodies being stretched, hollowed out, and filled with black ink.

The sharp scent of betrayal filled the room like smoke. “What design?” I asked through gritted teeth. She didn’t flinch. “One of the old ones. You discarded it years ago. The early sketches for the Rio de Janeiro property. But it’s being used by Marcelli. In Rome.” The name made my blood boil. “I saw the blueprints,” she added quickly. “There’s no denying the resemblance.” For a moment, I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.