In an empire forged by blood and strategy, Constantine is reborn—a mind from another world in the body of Rome’s most ruthless emperor. Haunted by ancient secrets and armed with knowledge centuries ahead of his time, he will stop at nothing to remake the world in his image.

From the burning streets of Rome to the rising towers of Constantinople, Constantine’s ambitions grow with every conquest: new machines thunder to life, old gods stir beneath the stones, and magic awakens in the shadows. Enemies plot, lovers tempt, and empires rise and fall as the rules of reality itself begin to change.

In a world where one man dares to rewrite fate, who will rule when dawn breaks over a new Rome?

Rome glittered for the Vicennalia, but beneath the banners and fresh-painted façades a second festival—of whispered calculations—was under way. Constantine felt it the moment he entered the Curia for the opening thanksgiving. Senators bowed to him, yet their eyes slid afterward to the tall figure a half-pace behind: Crispus, laureled with Rhine victories, every inch the heir apparent. The thunder of street acclaim had not faded from their ears, and even marble-hearted patricians sensed new gravity in that applause. Constantine registered it as he did grain tallies or troop strengths. Praise was a commodity; its concentration in one man distorted the market of loyalty.


Chapter 57 - Shadows under the Laurel