Beyond the eastern horizons lay the Hyrkanian Steppes - a vast, merciless land ruled by the steady pull of the bowstring and the law of the saddle. Here, clans rose and fell not by birthright, but by strength and endurance. From this unforgiving soil, a warrior would be forged, tempered not merely by might, but by a dark and formidable force unlike any the world had yet known. Though Conan of Cimmeria ranged far beyond these plains, what stirred now among these humble horse folk set the stage for a fated meeting, one destined to be steeped in blood...
