Nothing Else Matters.

Finally the time has come.

So many years, only one moment to breath.

The tinkle of thousand swords could be heard.

Dust going and coming with the wind.

Silence.

“Today we fight. For our women, our children, our home”

“The last man standing in this ground will die as a hero”

“Win and get fortune, glory, power. Die, and get your name in history”

“For Sparta! For glory! For blood!”

Screams could be heard, not pain, not death.

Screams of victory.

Blood.

Sand.

Men.

All mixed in only one thing.

War.