Augustus was thinking. He was from the great line of
Lucia, his grandfather Julius had risen from nothing to power,
conquered Rome, the East and West of Europa, and the
Britannian Isles, and made a pact with the people of Isles of the
Kraken and the great druids, slain countless conspirators, his
father Cyrus had taken ancient Persia by storm and showered
them with fear. He had killed the trinity of power that was
the Serpent, Anthoni and the Prince. And now he was left in
the dust, with nothing to his name except the crimson ring.