The Last Challenge

Within the plains and trails of Northern Anatolia, a fleet of horses could be seen galloping across the vast landscape, carrying riders clad in glistening armour and wielding shining mounted blades. These were none other than the newly reformed Janissary riders of the Zaganos Sultan.

The Sultan did not ride alone. Moments after he passed the elevated plains near the reaches of the Black Sea, the ground began to tremble—a vibration not felt in this land for decades. On the horizon appeared a black line stretching far into the distance. Upon closer inspection, it revealed itself to be an immense Ottoman army: lines of cavalry flanked by carts carrying provisions and military supplies, as well as endless ranks of sturdy infantry clad in fresh armour. These soldiers marched in disciplined formation, their spears, bows, and blades glinting under the sun, while the cavalry surrounded them like a protective shell.