It was as if all the forces of Rus’ Earth were guarding him. And the Horde troops had nothing else to do but trade a hundred of their warriors for a single Russian knight—storming the walls of Kozelsk again and again. They called it “the Evil City” because of the stubborn courage of its defenders. Blood poured out, man-made bolts fell from the fortress walls, and in battle the heroes, the monsters, and the people converged—fighting in a way that mortals can’t. And the battle’s time ran out. Then came the time for glory.