Chapter 20: The Last Bastion
May 29, 1453 – Constantinople, Byzantine Empire
Elara emerged from the Time Pod into chaos. The air was thick with smoke, screams, and the thunder of cannons. The great city of Constantinople, once an unbreakable fortress, was in its final moments.
The Ottoman Empire, led by Sultan Mehmed II, was storming the walls. The last Byzantine Emperor, Constantine XI, was making his final stand.
And the Revisionists were here—somewhere—trying to alter history.
"Chrono, status report."
**"Anomaly detected:
1. Possible attempt to save Constantinople from falling.
2. A Revisionist operation inside the Hagia Sophia—searching for an artifact."**
Elara frowned. The fall of Constantinople marked the end of the Byzantine Empire, the dawn of the Ottoman era, and the spark that would propel Europe into the Renaissance. If the Revisionists prevented the city's fall, the entire course of history would change.
And then there was the artifact.
"Chrono, what artifact are they after?"
A long pause.
"Unknown. But something buried beneath the Hagia Sophia is radiating a temporal signature."
Elara clenched her jaw. Whatever it was, the Revisionists wanted it.
And that meant she had to get there first.
The Siege of a Dying Empire
Elara sprinted through the burning streets, dodging fleeing civilians and Byzantine soldiers making a desperate last stand.
The massive Theodosian Walls trembled as Ottoman cannons fired relentlessly. The great chain across the Golden Horn had been broken, allowing Mehmed's fleet to push closer.
The city was doomed.
But if the Revisionists planned to alter this moment, she had to stop them.
She pushed forward, heading toward the Hagia Sophia.
The Hidden Vault Beneath the Hagia Sophia
The Hagia Sophia, once the grandest church in Christendom, was now filled with terrified citizens seeking refuge. Priests led prayers, hoping for a miracle.
Elara ignored the crowd and slipped into a side passage, following Chrono's signal to the artifact.
Deep beneath the cathedral, she entered an ancient vault.
And she wasn't alone.
Two Revisionist agents stood before an altar, their hands hovering over a glowing object.
Elara's breath caught.
It was an ornate Byzantine relic—a golden sphere covered in strange inscriptions.
"Chrono, identify."
"Unknown artifact. Possible pre-human origin. Temporal energy detected."
Her stomach tightened.
This wasn't just a piece of history. This was something older—something powerful.
And the Revisionists wanted it.
The Battle for the Artifact
The agents turned, surprised.
"You shouldn't be here," one of them snarled.
Elara didn't wait. She lunged forward, knocking the first agent aside and grabbing the golden sphere. It hummed with energy, sending a jolt through her body.
The second agent drew a dagger and slashed at her—Elara barely dodged, kicking him backward.
The first agent recovered and activated a temporal device. The walls around them flickered, shifting between centuries.
Reality itself was collapsing.
Elara knew she had seconds.
She grabbed the Revisionist's device and smashed it against the stone floor. The room stabilized.
Then she turned the sphere toward them and focused.
It reacted to her touch—a burst of energy threw the agents backward, knocking them unconscious.
Elara stood, breathing heavily.
The sphere was dangerous. But in the wrong hands, it could be catastrophic.
She had no choice.
She activated the Time Pod's recall beacon and vanished—taking the artifact with her.
History Restored, But a New Mystery Unfolds
"Chrono, confirm event status."
"Timeline intact. Constantinople falls. Byzantine Empire ends. Ottoman Empire rises."
Elara exhaled. The course of history was safe.
But as she looked at the golden sphere, she knew something bigger was at play.
The Revisionists weren't just altering history.
They were looking for something buried in time.
And she had just taken it from them.
Next Mission Detected:
"Chrono, locate the next anomaly."
A pause. Then—
"Anomaly detected: December 17, 1903. The Wright Brothers' first flight."
Elara's eyes widened.
The Revisionists were targeting the birth of aviation.
And that meant humanity's future among the stars was at risk.