[When his eyes follow the direction pointed by the other man's finger - is he truly that pale or is this too the effect of the underground magic playing tricks on him - Iskandar tries not to think how much the tunnel seems to possess a life of its own winding and swerving; the very walls of it pulsating with distance echo of monstrous heartbeat.
Instead, he just starts walking. One step at a time. This single strategy has never failed him. It will not fail him now.]
I'm Iskandar.
[Basileus of Macedon, Hegemon of Panhellenic League, Shahanshah of Persia, Pharaoh of Egypt, Lord of Asia... none of it matters now...and he doesn't even know where the urge to add all those long obsolete titles to his name came from.]
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Instead, he just starts walking. One step at a time. This single strategy has never failed him. It will not fail him now.]
I'm Iskandar.
[Basileus of Macedon, Hegemon of Panhellenic League, Shahanshah of Persia, Pharaoh of Egypt, Lord of Asia... none of it matters now...and he doesn't even know where the urge to add all those long obsolete titles to his name came from.]