In Shadow's memories, the Theater of Hope was a ghastly place.
Many of his lives had ended here — some succumbing to terrible wounds in the cages below the arena, some on its blood-red surface. His blood and the jubilation of the frenzied crowd fueled the sorcery of the great coliseum, so he had assumed that it was a sinister and malevolent kind of magic.
However, now that he had witnessed the Theater of Hope in its original state, he realized that he was wrong.
It wasn't the deaths of caged slaves that fueled the sorcery that the Demon of Desire had created, and neither was it their blood.
Instead, it was the spectators.
Their emotions, to be precise.
