Master of time, gazer of the future, and observer in the past. The battle has already happened, weapon drawn, the outcome is known, fate certain. The enemies rush blindly, as cold sharp steel rips through their thick flesh. Unable to see their battle is lost, they keep pouring forth. Blood flows steadily across the ground, devouring more of the land. The being wipes off his sword and puts it up to the sunset, respecting its power. Sinking the sword deep into the soil he summons its greatest strength. The ground trembles, its armor vibrates, the world begins to shatter, cracks stretching throughout. The being steps into the hole it's created and disappears surrounded by what was once.

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions and loyal servant to the TRUE emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.