A general mistakes victory for invincibility and watches himself rot from the inside. His decline isn't dramatic or sudden, it's the quiet, comfortable slide of someone who has already won and thinks winning means he can stop. By the time enemies return, he has already surrendered to himself, and that surrender costs everything.

A celebrated general rides back from a winning campaign to glory and royal favor. The king rewards him and proclaims that his name alone will frighten every enemy. From that point on, the general gives up his martial training. He trades his practice ground for feasting and drinking, and lets his weapons go dull while he enjoys a lavish life. When the enemy eventually returns, his pride costs him the battle, and his defeat spreads into the ruin of the whole nation. The result is a dramatic film framed as a cautionary tale about arrogance and complacency.