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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the newly captured port city of Mylonas.

The streets, once echoing with the clash of arms and the cries of battle, now hummed with the sounds of rebuilding.

Legionaries bustled about, securing supplies, fortifying walls, and establishing a stronghold for the Romanus Legion.

The flags of Rome fluttered proudly atop the battlements, signalling their dominance over the Greecian landscape.

Julius stood at the edge of the harbor, his gaze sweeping across the tranquil waters of the Endless Sea.

The Carthaginian Grand Fleet, led by Queen Serena, had started to arrive just hours after the city started to fall, and now their ships bobbed gently on the waves, ready to transport the spoils of war back to the Romanus kingdom.

The victory was sweet, yet Julius felt the weight of the responsibilities that lay ahead.

"Your Majesty,"

a voice interrupted his thoughts.