The Great

The encounter between Angra Mainyu and the enigmatic man with an emotionless countenance unfolded in a flurry of deadly strikes, devoid of embellishments or veiled meanings. As soon as their paths crossed, the man launched an immediate and relentless assault on Angra Mainyu, shattering the protective cocoon of plot armor that had been Angra Mainyu's shield.

Angra Mainyu, despite his mastery over various martial arts and his ability to manipulate reality, found himself in a bout where his powers were nullified. The man's prowess with weapons was staggering, particularly with the sword, and his strikes were so precise that Angra Mainyu's hands felt the strain of the impact, nearly breaking under the force.

Doubling himself into countless iterations proved futile as the man deftly countered every move, exploiting every weakness in Angra Mainyu's strategy. It became evident that this opponent was a true professional, an expert fighter with an unrivaled level of skill. Angra Mainyu's attempts to turn the tide were met with calculated maneuvers that kept him off balance, forcing him to continually adjust his tactics.

As the battle raged on, Angra Mainyu's frustration grew. He was facing an adversary whose technique was flawless, whose every move seemed to anticipate and counteract his own. With each passing moment, Angra Mainyu found himself falling further behind, his confidence giving way to a growing sense of defeat.

The man's weapon mastery extended beyond the sword, encompassing an array of fighting styles that kept Angra Mainyu on the defensive. His strikes were delivered with precision and speed, leaving no room for Angra Mainyu to mount an effective offense. Every attempt to retaliate was met with a swift and calculated parry, followed by a counterattack that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

The battle itself became a testament to the man's expertise. Every move was executed with a fluidity that bordered on the supernatural, as if he were dancing through a symphony of combat. Angra Mainyu's attempts to predict his opponent's actions were met with ever-shifting tactics that defied expectation.

The struggle reached a crescendo, with Angra Mainyu realizing that his usual strategies were ineffective against this opponent. His powers to manipulate reality and create settings were rendered useless, and he was left with only his physical prowess. Yet even in this arena, the man's skill was unmatched.

Despite his mounting exhaustion and the battering he endured, Angra Mainyu refused to relent. He pushed himself to the limits, tapping into every ounce of his strength and skill. But each effort was met with an unyielding defense, an implacable offense that left him bruised and bloodied.

In the midst of the intense battle, Angra Mainyu's thoughts raced. He struggled to understand the nature of his opponent, to discern the source of his unparalleled mastery. There was no room for metaphors or abstract contemplation; the fight was a brutal test of combat skill and resilience.

As the battle wore on, Angra Mainyu found himself in a situation he had rarely encountered: the precipice of defeat. His body ached, his movements grew sluggish, and his spirit was tested. He knew that the man before him was not simply a foe but a true martial artist, a warrior of exceptional caliber.

In a final surge of determination, Angra Mainyu gathered his remaining strength. With a display of sheer willpower, he launched a relentless series of attacks, pushing his opponent to the brink. The man's defenses wavered for a fraction of a second, and Angra Mainyu seized the opportunity.

Yet even as victory seemed within his grasp, the man's resilience proved unbroken. With an uncanny display of agility and precision, he countered Angra Mainyu's assault, turning the tables once more. Angra Mainyu's energy was spent, his efforts in vain against an adversary who had proven himself invincible.

With a final, decisive strike, the man brought the battle to an end. Angra Mainyu's body gave way, his strength exhausted and his spirit humbled. The man stood over him, his victory a testament to his skill and expertise. In the face of this defeat, Angra Mainyu was forced to acknowledge the undeniable truth: he had met his match in combat, a foe who embodied the essence of martial prowess.

The battleground crackled with tension as the cold man unleashed an abstract object, an ethereal manifestation resembling the Vergina Sun. This enigmatic object spun with a relentless velocity, akin to Vishnu's celestial Chakra, its radiance casting an otherworldly glow that pierced through the shadows. Angra Mainyu braced himself for the impending onslaught, his senses heightened as he prepared to face the unknown.

The Vergina Sun spiraled towards Angra Mainyu with a fervor that defied the laws of physics. Its trajectory was calculated and precise, its movements orchestrated by the cold man's unyielding mastery. Angra Mainyu's instincts kicked in, and he deftly maneuvered to evade the oncoming assault. But the Vergina Sun's trajectory was deceptive, its path an intricate dance that defied prediction.

The moment of impact was a burst of blinding light and searing heat. Angra Mainyu's defenses were overwhelmed as the Vergina Sun's energy struck him, leaving him wounded and disoriented. The force of the impact sent him tumbling across the battlefield, his body battered by the sheer intensity of the attack.

As Angra Mainyu struggled to regain his bearings, a disconcerting sensation gripped his senses. Reality itself seemed to warp and twist around him, as if the fabric of existence had been rent asunder. He found himself ensnared in a bewildering illusion, an infinite cycle of images and perceptions that held him captive. It was a maddening tapestry of confusion, a kaleidoscope of shifting realities that defied logic and reason.

Within the confines of this illusory prison, Angra Mainyu's thoughts raced. He was trapped in a loop of endless possibilities, each one leading to a dead end. Every attempt to break free only ensnared him further, the threads of the illusion tightening around his mind. It was a battle of the psyche, a struggle against an adversary that transcended the physical realm.

Amidst the disarray of his thoughts, a figure emerged from the depths of the illusion. The cold man materialized before Angra Mainyu, his gaze as piercing as ever. He observed with an air of detached curiosity, his presence a haunting reminder of the man's enigmatic power.

Without a word, the cold man vanished as abruptly as he had appeared. But the aftermath of his presence lingered, a testament to his ability to manipulate reality itself. The world around Angra Mainyu continued to ripple with the aftershocks of his influence, a reminder of the battle that had taken place.

Angra Mainyu's senses were assaulted once more, this time by a blinding light that seared through his vision. A deafening sound echoed in his ears, resonating with a force that seemed to penetrate his very being. For a brief, disorienting moment, he was suspended in a liminal space between reality and unreality.

And then, as quickly as it had begun, the blinding light and deafening sound dissipated. Angra Mainyu's surroundings shifted, and he found himself in a place that was both familiar and foreign. He stood amidst a landscape that exuded an air of ancient power, the echoes of battles long past reverberating through the air.

It was a place he had never been before, yet a sense of recognition gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. He realized that he was in Asura's realm, occupying the very space that the enigmatic man had once inhabited. The implications were staggering, the threads of destiny intertwining in ways that defied comprehension.

Angra Mainyu's thoughts whirled as he attempted to make sense of his surroundings. Had the cold man transported him here? And if so, for what purpose? As his senses adjusted to the new environment, a realization dawned upon him – he was not alone.

A figure stood before him, his presence commanding and enigmatic. It was the cold man, the very same who had orchestrated the battles that had unfolded. His gaze was flat, devoid of emotion, yet it bore a weight that suggested unfathomable knowledge and power.

Angra Mainyu's voice broke the silence, his words laced with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Who are you? What do you want?"

The cold man's response was measured, his words carrying an air of detached intrigue. "I am the observer, the witness to the battles that unfold. I am neither friend nor foe, but a harbinger of challenges."

Angra Mainyu's brow furrowed as he considered the cold man's words. "Challenges? What purpose do they serve?"

The cold man's gaze remained fixed on Angra Mainyu, his tone neutral. "The challenges are a crucible, a test of your abilities and your nature. They are a reflection of the infinite possibilities that lie within you."

Angra Mainyu's mind raced as he absorbed the implications of the cold man's words. The battles he had fought, the illusions he had been ensnared in – they were all orchestrated to reveal his strengths and weaknesses, to push him to the brink and force him to confront his limitations.

"You have shown resilience and adaptability," the cold man continued. "But there is more to discover, more layers to uncover. The battles have merely scratched the surface of your potential."

Angra Mainyu's gaze hardened as he faced the enigmatic figure before him. "And what do you gain from all of this? What is your purpose in orchestrating these trials?"

The cold man's response was cryptic, his words imbued with an air of enigma. "I am a seeker of truths, a guardian of the paths that lead to discovery. The battles are but one facet of the journey, a means to reveal the depths of your character."

Angra Mainyu's fists clenched as he absorbed the cold man's words. The battles, the illusions, the challenges – they were all part of a grand design, a tapestry woven with intention and purpose. And at the heart of it all was his own journey of self-discovery, a quest to unearth the potential that lay dormant within him.

As he stood before the cold man, Angra Mainyu felt a surge of determination. He had faced trials that pushed him to his limits, battles that tested his strength and resolve. But he knew that the journey was far from over, that there were still mysteries to unravel and truths to uncover.

The cold man's form wavered, his presence dissipating like mist in the wind. Yet his words lingered, a reminder of the path that lay ahead. Angra Mainyu's gaze turned to the landscape around him, his heart aflame with a newfound sense of purpose.

He would continue to strive, to overcome every challenge that lay before him. For within those challenges lay the keys to his own evolution, the means to unlock the full extent of his potential. The battles had tested his mettle, but they had also kindled a fire within him – a fire that burned brighter with every step he took on his journey of discovery.

Angra Mainyu's gaze remained fixed on the cold man as he absorbed the weight of his words. The revelations were staggering, each piece of information revealing a new layer to the enigmatic figure before him. His voice was tinged with a mixture of curiosity and urgency as he spoke.

"Who are you, truly?" Angra Mainyu's question hung in the air, laden with an unspoken demand for the truth.

The cold man regarded him with an inscrutable gaze, as if assessing the depths of Angra Mainyu's resolve. "My name is Asura," he began, his voice calm and measured. "I am an explorer of realities, a seeker of knowledge beyond the boundaries of time and space."

Angra Mainyu's brow furrowed. "And what is your purpose here?"

Asura's gaze turned distant, as if recalling events that spanned eons. "I have traversed countless realms, witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, and delved into the mysteries of existence itself. But my true purpose lies in unraveling the threads of destiny, understanding the intricate tapestry that binds us all."

Angra Mainyu's mind whirled as he attempted to process Asura's words. The man's existence spanned epochs, his perspective stretching far beyond the limitations of ordinary mortals. But there was more to the story, more layers that had yet to be revealed.

"You mentioned challenges," Angra Mainyu pressed. "The battles, the illusions – what do they signify?"

Asura's gaze held a profound weight as he spoke. "The challenges are the crucible through which you forge your identity, your strengths, and your limitations. They are the catalysts for growth, the catalysts for discovering the depths of your own potential."

Angra Mainyu's expression remained focused, his determination undeterred. "And the cold man who orchestrated these battles?"

A fleeting hint of emotion crossed Asura's features, a shadow of reminiscence. "The cold man is Alexander," he stated, his voice carrying an air of gravity. "Once a conqueror of realms, he now seeks a different kind of conquest – the conquest of knowledge, of self, and of the enigma of existence."

Angra Mainyu's eyes widened at the revelation. Alexander the Great, a figure of historical renown, was the architect of the challenges he had faced. It was a revelation that altered his perspective, reshaping his understanding of the battles that had unfolded.

"But why?" Angra Mainyu's question was tinged with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Why orchestrate these trials?"

Asura's gaze turned inward, as if contemplating the complexities of his answer. "Alexander sought to transcend the confines of history, to escape the limitations of mortality. He chose to embrace a path that defied the ordinary, a path that led him to explore the mysteries of existence itself."

Angra Mainyu's thoughts raced as he attempted to piece together the puzzle that was unfolding before him. "And what of the illusion?" he asked, his voice laced with a note of unease.

"The illusion was a reflection of your inner struggles, a manifestation of the barriers that prevent you from reaching your true potential," Asura explained. "It was a mirror that revealed the shadows within, the doubts and fears that have held you back."

Angra Mainyu's gaze hardened as he confronted the implications of Asura's words. The battles had been more than mere tests of strength; they had been a reckoning with his own vulnerabilities, a confrontation with the aspects of himself that he had yet to fully embrace.

"Is there more to uncover?" Angra Mainyu's question was laden with a sense of urgency. "What lies ahead?"

Asura's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and hope. "The journey is ongoing, the path unfolding before you. There are realms yet unexplored, challenges yet to be faced, and mysteries yet to be unveiled."

Angra Mainyu's resolve deepened, his determination unwavering. He had glimpsed the intricacies of his own potential, touched the edges of a reality that defied conventional understanding. And he knew that the journey was far from over – that the challenges he had faced were but a prelude to the greater truths that awaited him.

Asura's form wavered, a ghostly presence amidst the shifting currents of existence. "Remember, Angra Mainyu, that every battle, every trial, is a step on the path to discovery. Embrace the challenges that lie ahead, for they are the keys to unlocking the depths of your own power."

Angra Mainyu nodded, his expression resolute. He had come to understand that the battles he had faced were not mere obstacles, but opportunities for growth and transformation. He had confronted his own limitations, faced his inner demons, and emerged stronger for it.

Asura's presence began to fade, his form dissipating into the ephemeral currents of reality. "Continue your journey, Angra Mainyu," he intoned. "Forge your own destiny, and unravel the mysteries that lie beyond."

And with those final words, Asura's presence vanished, leaving Angra Mainyu standing amidst the vast expanse of existence. He knew that his path was his own to forge, a journey that would take him to realms yet uncharted and truths yet uncovered. With a resolute heart, he stepped forward into the unknown, ready to confront whatever challenges and revelations awaited him on his quest for discovery.

If you want to know Alexander further, all right.

In the annals of history, there are tales that stretch the limits of belief and challenge the boundaries of reality. Among them stands a figure whose very presence defies the constraints of time and space – Alexander the Great. A name synonymous with conquest and brilliance, he etched his mark on the annals of history in ways that surpassed the ordinary and the expected.

As the tumultuous winds of World War II swept across the globe, Alexander's presence remained shrouded in mystery. In a time when the world was embroiled in a clash of ideologies and power struggles, he emerged from the shadows, donning the guise of Audie Murphy, a name that would later become a legend in his own right.

With calculated precision, Alexander enacted a plan that would forever alter the course of the war. Disguised as Murphy, he infiltrated the heart of the conflict, a lone warrior amidst the chaos. His every move was a symphony of calculated strategy and boundless courage, leaving his adversaries in awe and disbelief.

In a feat that defied reason, Alexander single-handedly turned the tides of battle. The combined might of the USSR, the United States, and Germany found themselves outmaneuvered by a force that transcended conventional warfare. The legacy of his conquests was written in the blood-soaked fields of conflict, a testament to his tactical brilliance and indomitable will.

Yet it was not only in the realm of battle that Alexander's legend grew. His very presence carried an aura of violent energy that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. The communist infidels quivered at the mere thought of encountering the man who had once reshaped the course of history.

His physical prowess was equally awe-inspiring. Tales whispered in hushed tones recounted how he effortlessly bit into iron, a feat that defied the laws of nature. The clang of metal against his teeth resonated with the echoes of his power, a reminder that he was no ordinary mortal.

And then came the moment that left even the mightiest civilizations trembling in his wake. With a strength that defied the limitations of human potential, Alexander lifted a staggering 4000 kilograms of iron with his teeth. The very earth quaked beneath the weight of his might, and as the iron was hoisted into the air, it seemed as if the world itself acknowledged his supremacy.

But his feats did not end there. A giant wall that had stood for centuries – the Great Wall of China – found itself helpless against his indomitable will. With a heart that knew no fatigue, Alexander embarked on a run of unparalleled speed and endurance. A journey that spanned 9000 miles per minute, an astonishing feat that saw him traverse the distance from England to China in the blink of an eye.

The resounding crash of the iron against the wall echoed across the land, a testament to the unyielding force of his determination. As the dust settled and the wall crumbled, it became clear that nothing could stand against the might of a force that had once carved an empire across the known world.

In the annals of history, the figure of Alexander the Great stands as a beacon of unparalleled strength and resilience. His exploits, whether in the heat of battle or the quiet determination of his actions, continue to captivate the imagination of those who dare to believe in the extraordinary. And though time may shroud his presence in layers of mystery, his legacy remains etched in the tapestry of human history – a reminder that greatness knows no bounds.

Amidst the tales of Alexander the Great's incredible feats and legendary conquests, there existed a curious enigma that often went unnoticed by many who crossed his path. It was said that his garments bore an unusual feature – gray marks that neither absorbed light nor reflected it. These peculiar marks adorned his clothes, plain in color but cryptic in their essence.

These gray marks defied the norms of material nature. Light, that which bathes the world in its brilliance, seemed to pass over these marks as if they were mere shadows, untouched by its radiance. Yet, at the same time, they remained untouched by darkness, for they did not appear darker or more subdued in the absence of light.

The phenomenon left those who beheld it puzzled, caught between curiosity and bafflement. How could something exist on the fabric of his garments that neither absorbed the light's energy nor cast its own hue upon the world? It was as if these marks existed beyond the realm of perception, a secret woven into the very fabric of his attire.

Some whispered that these marks were a reflection of Alexander's own enigmatic nature, a testament to his status as a figure who transcended the ordinary boundaries of humanity. They saw in these marks a metaphor for his own essence – neither absorbed by the norms of his time nor defined by the limitations of his mortal form.

In the wake of his triumphs and conquests, these gray marks became a symbol, a subtle reminder of the mysteries that surrounded the man himself. They were a silent testament to the fact that even in the grandeur of his achievements, there remained an aura of the unknown, an untamed spirit that defied conventional understanding.

To those who had the privilege of standing in his presence, the gray marks were a reminder that there was more to Alexander the Great than met the eye. They were a visual representation of his complexity, a mark that he left upon the world, both as a conqueror of nations and as an enigma that transcended the boundaries of time. And though the secrets they held may forever remain locked within the fabric of history, the legacy of these gray marks continues to cast a shadow of intrigue over the enduring legend of Alexander the Great.

During his lifetime, Alexander wielded his influence over the African landscape in a way that left a lasting impact. One of his notable feats involved altering the very geography of the continent. There existed a mountain in Africa that, under Alexander's command, experienced a significant transformation. His actions led to the mountain being profoundly shaken, its natural structure disrupted to an extent where it ultimately ceased to exist as the prominent geological feature it once was. Today, there is no trace of this mountain, and its absence serves as a testament to the remarkable ability of individuals to reshape the physical world.

Alexander's impact on this African mountain is a reminder of the historical significance of his reign. His conquests not only influenced human societies but also reshaped the natural environment in ways that were unprecedented. This event echoes the power of human determination and ingenuity in altering the Earth's topography. The absence of the mountain today stands as a silent narrative, illustrating the profound changes that can occur in the natural world due to human actions, leaving a mark that persists long after individuals have passed from the stage of history.

The mountain has existed for over a hundred thousand years. Based on research, the mountain was formed from several meteorids that fell to earth in ancient times. Estimates of its age are still debated by experts, some argue that the mountain has existed for more than one million years. However, all of that is still hypothetical and there is no strong evidence to support it.

What is certain is that the mountain is very old, and must be a hundred thousand years old if measured from a very old structure and besides, this mountain is large. Its towering and sturdy form makes it one of the most famous natural landmarks in the world. The mountain is also home to a wide variety of flora and fauna, as well as being an important natural resource for human life.

To be continued...