Lyra tore her gaze away from the slaves below as they were led upward, further and further, until she started to get dizzy looking down at the levels below. As they reached the top, Lyra could feel the walls almost vibrating to the touch as the Coliseum began to fill beneath them.
Merrow pulled Lyra through the doorway as the stairs spilled out onto the highest tier with seating, the walls still extending far above it. The Alpha dais sat at the center, elevated above all others. When Merrow took his place, the roar of the crowd doubled to an ear-splitting roar. He lifted his hands, waving to the crowd; a king greeting his kingdom.
He turned, extending his hand to her. An attendant gently pressed at the small of her back, urging her forward at Merrow’s beckon. The noise of the crowd seem
