The Return to Epirus – The Land of the Enslaved

Alexander stood on a rocky hill, gazing down at Epirus—his homeland, his kingdom—now crawling with Roman patrols, slave camps, and fortresses.

The land of Pyrrhus had become the land of the broken.

He moved in silence, watching his people chained and beaten. Children were forced to carry stones, while Epirote warriors who once followed him were now enslaved to build Roman roads.

His heart thundered in his chest. This was not just a land under occupation—this was a graveyard.

"No more."

That night, he began his war.

From shadow to shadow, he struck. One by one, Roman outposts burned. Guards vanished into the night, throats slit before they could scream.

He freed the first group of prisoners in the dead of night.

The men and women collapsed in disbelief. When they saw Alexander, their eyes widened in horror… then in hope.

"We thought you were dead!"

"By the gods… it's true…"

Alexander knelt before them, gripping a fallen Roman spear.

> "I am alive. And so is Epirus. But only if you fight for it."

By dawn, Epirus was on fire.