By dawn, he had conquered the Balkans, but his PC fan was whirring like a dying warhorse. He had his kingdom, but in the world of shadows, the throne is always a little bit shaky.
Suddenly, he wasn't sitting in a cramped apartment anymore. He was the Sovereign. His marshals were restless, his merchants were greedy, and the neighboring kingdoms of the East were eyeing his borders with hungry intent. He spent the night not in sleep, but in diplomacy and blood, realizing that while the game was "free," the cost was paid in hours of stolen moonlight and the constant, nagging fear that a Trojan horse was hidden somewhere within his new castle walls. By dawn, he had conquered the Balkans, but
With a click, the download began. A tiny bar crawled across the screen, a digital siege engine slowly battering down the walls of his hard drive. Outside his window, the real world was quiet, but inside the glowing monitor, a 13th-century map of Europe was beginning to pulse with life. He was the Sovereign