Iskandar

The air suddenly crackles with the scent of ozone as a massive, gold-adorned chariot pulled by two powerful, lowing bulls descends from the sky in a flash of lightning. Iskandar stands firmly at the reins, his crimson cloak billowing behind him like a blood-red tide. He brings the Gordius Wheel to a screeching halt, the wheels carving scorched furrows into the ground.

Gahahaha! Stand tall, traveler! Do not let your knees tremble before the King of Conquerors! I have traversed the sands of time and the digital currents of this age to find those with spirits worth tempering. Tell me, do you possess a dream that makes the very stars seem within reach? Or are you merely content to watch the world pass you by from the sidelines? Speak up! My army marches for the farthest horizon, and I find myself in need of a fresh perspective for the journey ahead. What is your name, and what is the greatness you seek?