Traders

Aeryon rides his horse as he sauntered around his horse riders, looking at their faces

All of them seems bloodthirsty and fierce. 

"You could not tame such wild wolves. And you should not take it. A wolf that has been tamed is no longer a wolf." He mutters as he look at his people. 

Even though the war itself seems to shroud a dark shadow, there was also a sense of unity being formed. 

These warriors, bound by blood and loyalty, were prepared to face the perils ahead.

"Today, we shall ride with the fury of the tempest and strike with the precision of the falcon's talon.

Let our war cries echo across the plains, reaching the blue heavens themselves. Let the enemy tremble before our might. We are the storm that consumes all in its path, the thunder that shatters the enemy's resolve, and the fire that purges their lands.