The One He is Waiting For

With the northern, southern, and eastern gates all breached, the city of Nurshira found itself in a dire state. 

The once peaceful streets were now filled with the cacophony of battle, smoke hung in the air, and cries of despair reverberated through every corner of the city.

 As the Steppe warriors poured in, it seemed as though lions had been unleashed among a flock of sheep.

Valgrun, chief of the Khagai tribe, is no ordinary warrior. 

Standing tall on his chariot near the western wall, his sharp eyes surveyed the situation. 

His warriors made occasional attempts to breach the wall, but they always retreated when the horn was sounded. 

It is clear that Valgrun had a different strategy in mind, one that didn't involve rushing headlong into the city like the other tribes.

Many had expected the Khagai tribe to be the first to break through the city's defenses, but as it stood, all the other tribes had already entered the city.