The night passed by in peace and quiet.
Julius used to camping in his previous life, and living roughly whilst on campaign in Francia, and Greecia had a calm night.
And thanks to that morning came just as gently.
His wakeup alarm wasnt the blast of horns outside his window, or the knocking of Palatial staff at his door.
It was instead just the simple chittering of birds playing in the trees.
Julius surfaced from sleep with the ease of long habit, eyes opening before his mind fully caught up.
The pale gray of early dawn filtered through the canvas of the tent, the chill of the night still clinging to the air.
For a heartbeat, his instincts went to call upon the system to get an overview of his empire, to begin coordinating efforts and making tactical decisions—
Then he smelled damp earth and woodsmoke.
And smiled.
His body felt… good.
