In tales, you strike the Dark Tower and the shadow lifts. In life, you strike a leader and the shadow often splits into smaller, meaner shapes. Epic Fury sounds like a chapter title, but chapters bleed into sequels when pride is wounded. If Hormuz is threatened, the whole world discovers that one narrow waterway is the hinge on which petrol prices swing. Heroes in stories know when to stop; governments rarely do, because stopping looks like weakness. If this becomes a contest of who flinches, civilians become scenery and the bill becomes permanent.