The Old Order Breaks

EPISODE 4 — WHEN THE OLD ORDER ROSE The law had been spoken. That was when the

past answered. The steppe had always belonged to memory. Old names. Old victories.

Old men who still believed the world owed them obedience. They had watched the boy from a distance—

this quiet force who erased betrayal, who spoke law without ceremony, who gathered followers

without permission. At first, they dismissed him. Youth fades. Hunger weakens.

Order breaks. That was how it had always been. Then messengers stopped returning.

Not killed. Not captured. Ignored. The greatest insult the old chiefs knew.

They gathered beneath banners heavy with history. Furs dyed with status. Voices polished