The wind blew hurriedly, a sharp warmth present. The Eastern Winds carried forth the will of the East and their desire to conquer. Sweeping along the stretching mountain ranges, and wrapping the mist and rolling it down. A strange excitement filled all of the East. A stirring of their blood.
Won's face again appeared above the skies of the East. His intentions clearly explained.
"My master. He told me he wanted to create a Beautiful world. A world where suffering, pain and loss had no place. If it's my master, I am sure he can do it. Yet I too wish to follow that and create a beautiful world. Where wives don't lost their husbands, where children are brought up with warmth!"
His voice echoed. It spread like the crackle of Thunder, buzzing ones ears and stirring one's heart.
A fervor filled their spirits. The Dragons had been roused awake, and the Tigers had climbed down the mountain.