Your Highness, you are the prince of Rome and the future heir to the empire!"
"Okay! What time is it now?"
"1444, the year Jesus was born."
"..."
"Your Highness, don't run!"
In 1422 AD, the Eastern Roman Empire had long lost the glory of Justinian's era. Its territory consisted only of Constantinople and a few isolated enclaves such as Morea, resembling a giant ship sailing on a sea of time, its hull riddled with holes, struggling to stay afloat amidst the turbulent waves of history. In this turbulent moment, a stranger's soul drifted to this land, vowing to change everything and give this ancient empire, now in decline, a new lease on life.
In Constantinople in 1272, an empire was fading into twilight. A soul from the future awoke in the body of Andronic II, the gravedigger of Rome. Distilled spirits, movable type printing, cannons, fleets… He wielded technology and reason as his sword, tearing a bloody path through the old world of theocracy and ignorance. From the first pot of gold in the royal workshops to the roar of the Anatolian industrial region; from the undercurrents of the Sicilian Vespers to the cannon fire of the battles on the Black Sea and the Mediterranean; from the iron hooves conquering the Turks to the white sails of the New World. —The old world was burning, and a new order was being born. This time, Byzantium was not the final chapter of history, but the beginning of civilization.