It became more and more expensive to replace the warrior's armour as his comrades shrank around him and more and more thread was needed to expand it to his growing dimensions. Still, the warrior remained vigilant, showing an abundant display of power to his queen. They slowly had to keep adding more and more warriors to fight the warrior as he became more and more invulnerable. The puny spartans saw it as fighting a true god as his skin became harder than man-made armour. The human made material became incapable of containing his bountiful power. Only his helmet kept up with his size but it seemed more symbolic as people realized, as he slept outside the queens room in shorter and shorter sleeping periods, they realized his growth was no longer supplied by a conduit of the gods. Rumours grew that the gods had deemed him a god himself and had resorted to giving him more and more power to pass on their will for Rome until he could use the power to take in all lands as Rome, to which people who feared him wondered if he would grow even beyond that. His booming voice boasting his inevitable goal to protect all of Rome on a level even gods could not attain. People began to believe him more and more and understood the queen was perhaps the most powerful being in the world for having someone so dutiful and ever growing under her command.