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It's been more than thirty years since the wolf and the winter cold. And now, as then, it is not fear that grips him, only restlessness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborn breeze, coolly, kissing the sweat at his chest and neck. Gulls cawing, complaining, even as they feast on the thousands of floating dead. The steady breathing of the 300 at his back, ready to die for him without a moment's pause. Everyone of them ready, to die.

Dilios

Xerxes dispatches his monsters from half the world away. They're clumsy beasts, and the piled Persian dead are slippery.

Dilios

You there, Ephialtes. May you live forever.

King Leonidas