Old King Khabrias of Iolcia led his army of a hundred thousand back towards Iolcia, ignoring the battle taking place within the Valley of the Dead.
He was a man who had lived for eighty years, ruling for forty of those years.
Age had long since caught up to him with wrinkles appearing on his face, though he tried to look younger than he was, to no avail.
Donning a purple tunic with a similarly colored cloak placed over the tunic and a kansiva which served as a headgear, he was currently seated in his study aboard his personal warship which bore his insignia, indulging in some grapefruit while pondering the circumstances surrounding the civil war.
Having lived for many years and experienced many things, he had come to an unfortunate conclusion which was that Atiphates was bound to lose.
There were no two ways around that.