When Riven had rushed Spartacus, he had worked to put the necklace around his neck, but the warrior had shaken him off, which made the necklace get stuck in his hand.
"What's this for? Some charm of sorcery? I will put this around the General's head after I cut it off."
As if the space that had been holding the battlefield off from reality finally broke, sound rushed back in. Roars and screams rent the air. The sound of metal on metal and of men dying filled the air.
Spartacus smiled, his face turning savage as the smell of the battlefield swooped down on him. He was about to walk past the clearing of dead bodies he had made earlier when he suddenly froze as a cold wind swept his surroundings.
Something in the air was wrong, and he frowned, looking around.
Suddenly, he felt heaviness in his left hand. He looked down sharply, and he was so stunned that all he could do was stare.
