Under the vast expanse of the night sky, while Aeryon and Durka shared their dreams and aspirations within the welcoming embrace of the banquet tent, a different energy coursed through the entirety of the Southern Great Steppe.
The recent battles and triumphs of the Brolgadhr tribe had sent ripples of unease across the land, and the news of their expanding dominion reached every corner of the vast and rolling plains.
In countless tents scattered across the Southern Great Steppe, Chiefs and leaders received the tidings that would undoubtedly shape the course of their own destinies.
The very air seemed to vibrate with a tension that matched the apprehensions weighing heavily on their minds.
A sense of uncertainty gripped the hearts of many, for the Brolgadhr tribe's recent conquests were not the mere squabbles of tribal rivalry but an unabated expansion of power that demanded attention.
