The Finale #
Deep beneath the villa, Marcus hunches over the Stone as it pulses with a frantic blue light. He traces a final demand: THE LEGIONS WILL COME. WE NEED THE FIRE OF ARCHIMEDES.
In the modern cellar, Ulysses stands before his bookshelf. He bypasses his Western history texts and rests his hand on the Wujing Zongyao. He knows that providing the formula for gunpowder means ending the age of swords and potentially destroying the world he knows.
"I CAN'T," he whispers, pulling his hand away.
But the choice has already been made in blood. Outside the gates of Picentia, three iron spikes hold the severed heads of the Procurator and his aides.
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