Arete and Apollodorus ran towards the city gate while chaos floods the grand temple hall.
“Let me go! Teacher! I can’t leave my father! I must go back to him!” Arete exclaimed, trying to yank away the old man’s grip.
“My lady, I’ll explain it to you later. Please, we must leave now!” Anxiously, he replied.
While the Romans were getting closer, Sporus fired multiple arrows towards Arete. She loaded the bow, aim, fire, like she had unlimited resources of arrows. Apollodorus pushed the lady out of the gate. The arrow pierce through his chest, but the old man suppressed his pain, with all his strength, he ran to the side and pulled the gate lever. When another arrow hit him, he tripped and fell to the ground. The metal gate fell as well, and the sharp edge of the gate stabbed through his ol
