The sun had begun its ascent into the cloudless sky, casting golden rays over the endless blue of the Mediterranean. The waters shimmered like liquid sapphire, disturbed only by the rippling wakes of dozens of mighty ships steadily approaching the harbor of the Roman Empire. Their sails stretched wide, adorned with imperial insignias that gleamed beneath the morning light—symbols of conquest, power, and glory.
On the deck of one of the larger ships, a young man stood motionless at the edge, his white hair stirring faintly in the sea breeze. Nathan narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the horizon. There, rising from the mists of distance, was land—vast, proud, and bathed in the golden hue of dawn.
The Eternal City.
Rome.
"Finally…" he whispered to himself, the word carried away by the wind.
