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.
