Standing on the towering stone walls of Calais, everything seemed like a dream.
Just a few weeks ago, King Erik was a warlord fighting over frozen scraps of land in the North. Now, under the grand vision of Ragnar, the Iron King, Erik was occupying one of the most heavily fortified port cities in the entire Frankish Empire!
"To the walls!" a Viking lookout screamed, blowing a massive horn.
"They are here!"
Erik tightened his grip on his axe. He squinted toward the southern horizon. A massive cloud of brown dust was rising into the blue sky.
Through the dust, the blinding reflection of polished steel caught the afternoon sun.
This was it! The grand army of Europa had arrived!
Erik braced himself, fully expecting to see a horizon completely blackened by tens of thousands of angry, charging horses.
But as the dust settled, Erik blinked in confusion.
"What's going on?" Erik muttered, leaning further over the wall.
