The northern winds carried the scent of rain and blood as Julius' legions stood poised along the final ridges overlooking the Ramie capital, Almorr.
What had once been a bustling heart of trade and culture of their nation now lay under a dark cloud of dread, the once-proud banners of Ramie hanging limp from weathered towers.
The countryside surrounding the city—farms, villages, and smaller forts—had already been taken, piece by piece, as the Romanus hammer descended from the north.
Smoke curled from isolated farmsteads, signaling both victory and cleansing.
Every village and estate the Legions secured had been brought under control with precision.
Former Ramie tax collectors, slavers and nobles were either executed or sent in chains to Carthage.
Romanus order replaced Ramie corruption.
