The city of London sweltered in the heat of summer, 1858. But it was not merely the sun that baked the metropolis. An even more unpleasant force infested its very heart: the River Thames. Years of industrial waste had transformed London's lifeblood into a foul-smelling mire. The stench was overwhelming, a miasma that clung to every cobblestone and

The mighty Legion, once a sprawling kingdom stretching from Britannia to the East|the vast stretches of North Africa, was not immune to the tidesof fate of time. Seeds of decay were sown in its very heart, festering over centuries and finally leading to its precipitous fall. {Internal strife|divisions within the empire proved a formidable foe, we