Fall of Rome – StormborneLore

The name Taranis Stormborne had long since faded from Rome’s records, but not from its whispers.

A hundred years had passed since the day the storm was chained. Yet still he fought beneath the sun not as a man, but as the empire’s curse.

They called him many things now.
The Emperor’s Champion.
The Storm Gladiator.
To the slaves, he was The Unbroken One.
And to Rome’s generals, he was a weapon too valuable to destroy, too dangerous to free.

Every emperor since his capture had ordered the same:
“Keep him alive.”
For his blood immortal, untamed had become Rome’s secret ritual. Each time the storm bled into the sand, their augurs said the city’s heart beat stronger.

Chains replaced chains. Iron became gold.
He was moved from the pits of Britannia to the marble arenas of the south. A relic paraded before crowds who no longer remembered his rebellion only the spectacle of a god in man’s form.

Yet he remembered.

Every lash. Every fallen friend.
Every whisper of his brothers Drax, Lore, Draven still echoing through the storm he carried in his veins.

And sometimes, when lightning forked across the horizon of the Mediterranean. The guards swore they saw him lift his face to the sky and smile.

“Not long now,” he would murmur, voice low and rough as distant thunder.
“The empire will fall and I will still be standing.

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