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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 Romans believed Epirus was broken.

They believed that with their legions regrouping, they could march upon Epirus once again—this time, to end it for good.

Alexander's army moved like shadows in the night, slipping through the dense forests and descending upon the Roman supply lines in Greece.

Rome's legions relied on their vast network of supply wagons, carrying food, weapons, and reinforcements from Magna Graecia and Sicily.

His men struck with precision, torching the grain carts, slaughtering the Roman quartermasters, and leaving nothing behind but ashes.

The Romans had never expected such a daring attack.

By the time news reached the Roman commanders, Epirus had already vanished into the mountains.

Scipio's replacement, a hardened general named Lucius Atilius, read the reports with a stone-faced expression.

"They mean to starve us," a centurion muttered.

Atilius closed his eyes. "Then we bring the war to them."

Alexander knew Rome would respond.

He had fought them long enough to know how they thought.

He stood atop a hill overlooking the smoldering remains of a Roman outpost, his cloak flapping in the wind.

Drakon rode up beside him, his axe resting on his shoulder. "They will not let this go unanswered."

Alexander smirked. "Good. Let them come."

From the south, a new Roman army emerged—not a single legion, but three.

Over 15,000 Roman soldiers, veterans of the Italian campaigns, began their march toward Epirus.

Among them were the Triarii, Rome's most hardened warriors, men who had never tasted defeat.

Alexander watched their banners approach, standing atop the walls of Ambracia.

Bleeding the Empire