Time seemed to pass swiftly, and three weeks had already elapsed since the Brolgadhr tribe embarked on their conquest of the neighbouring territories.
News of their victories had not yet reached the larger tribes that inhabited the vast expanse of the Great Steppe.
However, for those in closer proximity to the Brolgadhr tribe, an undercurrent of fear and unease pervaded the air.
The Great Steppe was a vast and sprawling land, and the rapid expansion of a small tribe like Brolgadhr might seem insignificant to the distant tribes.
The name of Aeryon, the young chief of Brolgadhr, remained unfamiliar to many.
But those who had encountered him, as well as astute observers, recognized the unmistakable spark of ambition that burned within him.
Despite being categorized as a small tribe, Brolgadhr boasted a few thousand warriors.
