The Conqueror stood upon the desert sand, his face a mask as his glinting eyes saw the sprawling expanse of the desert city. The folds of his robes were lifted by the hot desert wind, but neither this nor his stinging skin and parched throat were objects of his attention. He stood on, as if in a trance, and whispered, “You will stay unconquered, for it would be a grey world if none stay to oppose me.” He turned his back on the city, and walked.
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