Nathan was planning to spend a couple more days in Rome. He didn't intend to rush back to Tenebria—not this time. For once, he wanted to breathe. To take a moment of genuine rest without war, schemes, or responsibilities clawing at his mind. Rome had never offered him such peace before… but now, he finally had the chance.
Still, peace was not the only reason he lingered. There were matters here he needed to settle—important ones.
So that afternoon after his conversation with Fulvius and Crassus, he headed straight for the Senate Castle.
He flew, of course.
Walking through the streets would have been impossible. His name had spread like wildfire—whispers of Septimius echoed through every alley, tavern, and market. If he moved on foot, he would be stopped every few seconds by admirers, citizens, and sycophants alike.
Better to travel through the sky.
