AndyB_writes

Born in exile, Pyrrhus of Epirus rises to reclaim his lost kingdom, proving himself a warrior as fierce as his ancestor, Achilles. From the battlefields of Greece to the war-torn lands of Italy, he wages war against powerful enemies, including Macedon, Rome, and shifting allies who betray him at every turn. As he builds an empire through blood and conquest, Pyrrhus seeks not just victory, but immortality—a place among the greatest legends of history.

But war demands sacrifice. And the price of ambition is steep.


Years after his father’s fall, Alexander II of Epirus is forced into exile, raised in a land of warriors. As a young king, he reclaims his throne and seeks to restore his father’s legacy. But he soon faces an even greater threat—Rome, an empire that will not bow to kings or gods.

Outnumbered and surrounded by betrayal, Alexander must decide what kind of ruler he will be—one who fights for his people, or one who fights for history. As war consumes the land, his destiny unfolds in a battle that will determine not only his fate, but the fate of all who defy the rise of an empire.

Crown and Blood

The valleys of Epirus were filled with the echoes of war.

Alexander's army struck from above, a storm of arrows and fire raining down on Demetrius's unsuspecting men.

The Macedonian lines wavered, their shields raised against the onslaught.

The Epirote warriors roared as they crashed into the scattered Macedonian ranks, hacking through the confusion and fear.

Drakon rode beside Alexander, his axe dripping with blood.

"Their formation is breaking!" he shouted.

The Illyrian cavalry flanked the enemy, cutting off their retreat.

Macedonian soldiers fell by the dozens, their discipline shattered by the ruthless terrain.

Demetrius II, sitting atop his black stallion, his sword gleaming in the dying light.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then—Demetrius spurred his horse forward, charging straight at Alexander.

The battlefield seemed to vanish as the two warriors raced toward each other.

Their blades met, a clash of steel and fury.

Demetrius was hungrier, but Alexander was faster, stronger—driven by fire.

They fought with relentless speed, their weapons ringing in the air.

Demetrius swung low, but Alexander leapt aside, slashing across his enemy's armor.

Demetrius gritted his teeth, his hand tightening on his sword.

Alexander's voice was calm and cold.

With a final, brutal strike, Alexander's blade cut deep into Demetrius's chest.

The Macedonian king gasped, blood bubbling at his lips.

The Battle of the Aoös Valley was over.

As the Epirote army cheered, hidden figures watched from the cliffs.

Roman scouts, cloaked in shadow, witnessed the fall of Demetrius II.

One of them turned to his companion.

The scout tightened his grip on the Roman standard.

"The Senate will not allow another Pyrrhus to rise."

And with that, they vanished into the night.

The Lion’s Trap