The flap tent flutters and Kyazan is once again alone in the tent
Kyazan reclined in his chair, a satisfied smile gracing his weathered features.
The weight of responsibility and anticipation seemed to momentarily lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of assurance.
Tonight, across the vast expanse of the Southern Great Steppe, chiefs and leaders of the tribes would undoubtedly receive the news of Aeryon triumphant conquest against the Duhai and Zlata tribes.
And they would also heard that he also have taken over the kanun and the Khulun tribe
News would spread like wildfire, carrying the information of the alliance formed between the Burka and Brolgadhr tribes.
The implications of these events would undoubtedly stir unease and speculation, igniting the imaginations of those who watched from a distance.
In the midst of this unfolding drama, Kyazan remained remarkably composed.
