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My good king, the oracle has spoken.

The ephors have spoken.

There must be no march.

It is the law, my lord.

- The Spartan army must not go to war.

- Nor shall it.

I've issued no such orders.

I'm here just taking a stroll,

stretching my legs.

are my personal bodyguard.

Our army will stay in Sparta.

Where will you go?

I hadn't really thought about it...

...but now that you ask...

...I suppose I'll head north.

The Hot Gates?

Move out!

Move out!

What shall we do?

What can we do?

What can you do?

Sparta will need sons.

Spartan!

Yes, milady?

Come back with your shield...

...or on it.

Yes, milady.

"Goodbye, my love."

He doesn't say it.

There's no room for softness...

...not in Sparta.

No place for weakness.

Only the hard and strong

may call themselves Spartans.

Only the hard. Only the strong.

We march...

...for our lands, for our families,

for our freedoms.

We march.

Daxos.

- What a pleasant surprise.

- This morning's full of surprises, Leonidas.

- We've been tricked.

- Can't be more than a hundred.

- This is a surprise.

- Silence.

This isn't their army.

We heard Sparta was on the warpath

and we were eager to join forces.

If it is blood you seek,

you are welcome to join us.

But you bring only this handful

of soldiers against Xerxes?

I see I was wrong to expect Sparta's

commitment to at least match our own.

Doesn't it?

You, there.

What is your profession?

I'm a potter, sir.

And you, Arcadian.

What is your profession?

- Sculptor, sir.

- Sculptor.

- And you?

- Blacksmith.

Spartans! What is your profession?

You see, old friend?

I brought more soldiers than you did.

No sleep tonight...

...not for the king.

have been a straight road...

...to this one gleaming moment

in destiny...

...this one radiant clash

of shield and spear...

...sword and bone,

and flesh and blood.

His only regret...

...is that he has so few

to sacrifice.

We're being followed.

It has followed us since Sparta.

My king! Look!

What happened here?

Where are all the people?

Persians.

A scouting party.

But these footprints....

Behind us!

Child!

It's quiet now.

They....

They came with beasts

from the blackness.

With their claws and fangs...

...they grabbed them.

Everyone...

...but me.

The villagers.

I found them.

Have the gods no mercy?

We are doomed.

Quiet yourself.

The child speaks of the Persian ghosts,

known from the ancient times.

They are the hunters of men's souls.

They cannot be killed or defeated.

Not this darkness. Not these Immortals.

Immortals?

We'll put their name to the test.

Into the Hot Gates we march.

Into that narrow corridor

we march...

...where Xerxes' numbers

count for nothing.

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