The sky over Ptolema was a blazing hue of orange as the sun set, casting long shadows over the modern cityscape. The air was electric with tension as the unified nations braced for the impending enemy attack.

In the heart of Ptolema, Queen Cleopatra, a spirit from the original timeline, surveyed the situation. Her eyes were filled with a strange mix of awe and nostalgia, as she took in the sight of the modern city.

Cleopatra's gaze was drawn to the city's military technology, the likes of which were unheard of in her time. With these, she believed, Ptolema had a fighting chance against the formidable enemy.

The queen knew she had to tap into her ancestral roots to guide the nation. She had defeated the Romans once; she could help Ptolema do it again.

As night fell, the air was punctuated by the sound of marching feet. The allied armies of COPA, Erion, and the California Republic had arrived to fortify Ptolema's defenses.

Cleopatra met the leaders of the allied nations, her eyes reflecting the gratitude and determination of her people. The battle plan was laid out, and the stage was set for a decisive confrontation.

Dawn arrived, bringing with it the ominous hum of the enemy's approaching forces. The allied armies stood ready, their faces etched with resolve. The battle for Ptolema had begun.

The clash of steel and roar of gunfire echoed across the battlefield. Amid the chaos, Cleopatra, a beacon of hope, rallied her people, inspiring them to fight with renewed vigor.

Amid the battle, Cleopatra felt the spirit of her ancestors surge within her. Drawing upon this power, she led her people fearlessly, turning the tide of battle in their favor.

The enemy, caught off guard by the resilience of the allied forces, began to falter. Seeing this, Cleopatra pressed the attack, her voice rising above the din of battle.

As the sun set, the enemy was pushed back, their forces dwindling. Ptolema stood tall, the spirit of Queen Cleopatra and the strength of her allies proving to be an unbeatable force.

Victory was in sight, but Cleopatra knew they could not rest. The queen rallied her weary people, urging them to fight till the end, to protect their home and heritage.

The final push came as night fell. The allied forces, led by Cleopatra, charged with all their might. The enemy, overwhelmed, began to retreat.

The battle was won. Cleopatra, standing tall amidst the cheering crowds, knew that this victory was for her people, for Ptolema, and for the legacy of her ancestors.

As the first rays of dawn broke, the city of Ptolema stood victorious. The enemy had been repelled, and peace had been restored. The queen, her spirit alight, knew that her kingdom had survived once again.

The allied nations celebrated their hard-fought victory. Their unity had proven to be their greatest strength, and they knew that together, they could face any threat.

Cleopatra, overlooking the city, felt a deep sense of fulfillment. The spirit of her ancestors had guided them to victory, proving that Ptolema's ties to its past were its greatest asset.

The queen knew that the spirit of her ancestors would continue to guide them. With their combined strength, Ptolema and its allies would stand tall, ready to face any challenge that lay ahead.

As the sun set, casting a golden glow over Ptolema, the city stood as a testament to their victory. Queen Cleopatra, her spirit intertwined with that of her ancestors, knew they were ready for whatever the future held.

And so, Ptolema, along with COPA, Erion, and the California Republic, celebrated their victory, their unity, and their legacy. The spirit of Queen Cleopatra and her ancestors would forever guide them, ensuring their future was as bright as their past.