The last thing the Roman Empire remembered was falling asleep, the darkness enveloping him as his eyes closed after a long day.

But he never expected to wake up and find himself here.

When he opened his eyes, he was in front of the Colosseum—now in ruins. Clad in his armor, he slowly stood, retrieving his sword from the ground. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the blinding sunlight.

As his vision cleared, he realized he was surrounded by people, all staring at him with curiosity. Gripping his sword tightly, he took a small step back, turning to assess his surroundings. Was this still Rome? “What in Jupiter's name is this...” he muttered under his breath.