He gripped his sword hilt and smiled. The conquest had just begun.
"Free," he whispered, though he wasn't sure if he meant the cost of his journey or the way he felt on the open plains. He gripped his sword hilt and smiled
Alaric stared at the digital flickering of the world before him—Version 1.174. He wasn’t a king, not yet. He was just a man with a chipped arming sword, a stolen horse, and exactly zero denars to his name. Behind him, the snowy peaks of the Vaegir Kingdom loomed like frozen giants; ahead, the sun-scorched deserts of the Sarranid Sultanate promised only thirst and bandits. " he whispered