You race east, faster than any mortal. Over the Pannonian Basin, where the Magyars sharpen their sabers on the bones of abandoned villages. Over the Dnieper, where the Rus’ chieftains trade slaves for silk. And then… the .
The Crusader Kings III map shows him as a single, squiggly border in the corner of the world. But you feel the earthquake of his ambition. You know what he will unleash. ck3 map 867
You rise. Higher. Higher still. The entire map shrinks beneath you. The red of the Vikings, the gold of the Franks, the purple of the dying Romans, the yellow of the Hungarians—they all blur into a tapestry of ambition, fear, and hope. You race east, faster than any mortal