In this sequel to Volume 1, Peter Milligan returns with another blend of historical fiction, horror, and detective noir. The story follows Antonius Axia, Rome’s first and only "detectioner," as he investigates a disturbing mystery plaguing the heart of the empire. I like the idea of the world's first detective in Rome, a framework for some seriously interesting stories.
Amid the blood-soaked spectacle of the Colosseum, a female gladiator named Achillia rises to fame, challenging hardened gladiators and stirring unrest among Rome’s patriarchal elite. Simultaneously, the city is gripped by mass hysteria: visions of a blood-drenched Apollo haunt the elite, and a strange fever spreads. The Chief Vestal, Rubria, is accused of unleashing a curse and turns to Antonius for help. The only clue? Achillia herself. Antonius and his son are intertwined with all of this.
While Vol. 2 ambitiously expands the mythos of Rome’s first detective, it ultimately feels like a muddled and less compelling follow-up to the original. Where Vol. 1 thrived on eerie atmosphere, psychological tension, and a fresh genre mashup, this sequel leans too heavily on spectacle and social commentary without the same narrative finesse. Also, the explanations behind the strange visions unfortunately fell flat.
The introduction of Achillia is conceptually intriguing but underdeveloped. Her arc, meant to symbolize rebellion and empowerment, is overshadowed by a chaotic plot that juggles too many threads—political unrest, divine hallucinations, and a city-wide plague—without giving any of them the depth they deserve. Antonius, once a fascinatingly skeptical protagonist navigating the supernatural, now feels like a passive observer in his own story.
Milligan’s writing remains sharp in places, and Juan José Ryp’s art is as detailed and visceral as ever, but the pacing is uneven and the mystery lacks the psychological edge that made the first volume so gripping. The horror elements feel more theatrical than unsettling, and the resolution is disappointingly abrupt.
In trying to be bigger and bolder, this volume loses the intimate, cerebral quality that made Britannia stand out. Fans of the first volume may find this installment entertaining, but it’s unlikely to leave the same lasting impression.
Not sure if this made it to a third volume.