Now that Sparta and Egypt have both declared on poor Alexios, Leo’s forces continue to move in on Ohrid… very… slowly… Something will doubtless happen in this war. Any moment now. Really.
Meanwhile Poland sits quietly in the north and dreams of rockets. They’re all pretty sure that it’s their destiny, even after that one guy declares that he dreamed of everyone going to an alien world where there’s no religion and where trade routes on cities are limited. His neighbors quickly silence him, fortunately, and bury the body next to that one guy who said they could get to space by blowing things up.