The sun bared down on the warrior as he kicked through the dust in the center of the empty river, drained from a tremendous and seemingly insatiable appetite, the endlessly thirsting stomach of a one million strong army, the army of the Persians. Behind him, they marched, legions upon legions of Harad, Anubis warriors, Persians and other armies, the largest single army on the Earth.
He turned, watching them, hating their King, his King. A man who believed he was a God. He looked down to the hilt of his shield, hiding his mace and his hand, knowing and fearing the impending doom that awaited him and his people.
In the center of the mighty horde, there sat the God King upon his mobile throne of gold, carried by the strongest and most loyal of slaves. Giant Oliphants slowly walked, flanking him, protecting him, their backs swarming with his most skilled archers.
He had heard the call of Sauron, his own palantir nestled at his side, the God King Xerxes felt he was the one true master of the world, yet, his father had made a pact with Sauron, hundreds of years ago, forcing Xerxes into honoring the deal.
He had already sent several Oliphant cavalries to assist Mordor, yet Sauron wanted more. Now, Xerxes' entire army goes to the north, to unite with Sauron's legions. Yet, Xerxes has a hidden agenda, a plan. For centuries he had remained hidden, secretly controlling Persia, even faking his own assassination.
He will assist the rival God Sauron, but when the time comes, he will show the Earth who the rightful master of the world is. He has only to wait.