At that point in the game, I really believed it was over for me and that I had lost any opportunity to win. I wanted to win that game by sheer military strength, an overwhelming crushing victory of hordes of dragons swarming the world. But I was far from it.

But even if I had indeed reached a power unequaled, twice as big as both of my remaining major opponents, I just didn’t know how I could beat them. On one side the Aboleth looked extremely hard to beat, with many strong fortresses that would take ages to capture, and the ability to 1-turn break any of my fort they would choose to attack. On the other side, the deads for which I wasn’t sure what to do to oppose them. Rigor mortis was a thing I didn’t know how to handle, and I had seen his battles, he knew what he was doing. And him too had quite the tools to 1-turn pop my forts.

All in all, I felt fucked up, in spite of my huge diplomatic victory I couldn’t see how to transform it into a military triumph.

And they also both started to invade Drakonia and eat it alive, while I was watching, demoralized, trying to figure out how I could beat the ants before the walking deads grew too strong. I was pretty sure that if I allied one of my enemies, he would certainly get most of the spoils of war thanks to his superior sieging ability and I would lose to him in the end game.

And so after signing a truce with Abolethive I started, slowly, to think about a throne rush …