In a darkened church newsroom, candles flicker as monks labor over parchments detailing reports of gladiatorial contests in the Colosseum. The room is filled with the musty scent of old books and burning wax, punctuated by the distant roar of wild beasts. A hooded figure stands before an ancient map depicting Rome, its streets laid out like a web of veins leading to the heart of the city - the epicenter of this brutal spectacle. The gladiator known as Spartacus is mentioned in whispers, his legend growing with each victory in the arena's pitiless light.