The Last Stand of the King’s Shadow
The year is 331 BC. The world holds its breath. The sun blazes down on the Mesopotamian plain as two giants prepare to clash. On one side: Alexander of Macedon, the god-child of Greece, undefeated, unyielding. On the other: Darius III, the King of Kings, backed by the vast Persian Empire. But this story isn't about them. This is about the man behind Alexander’s final assault… the one known only as The Shadow. Chapter One: The Battlefield Unfolds The Shadow was a commander not of fame but of precision. He didn’t ride with trumpets. He didn’t seek the laurels of Olympus. He was Alexander’s scalpel, used when a hammer wouldn’t do. At Gaugamela, the Macedonians were outnumbered nearly 5 to 1. The Persian chariots gleamed in the distance, their scythed wheels thirsty for Macedonian flesh. Alexander turned to The Shadow and simply said: > “Split their center. I’ll break their will.” The Shadow nodded once. No question. No hesitation. Chapter Two: The Feint of the Phoenix As the Persia...