Under the vast expanse of the open sky, the Great Steppe stretched out in all its untamed beauty.
The rhythmic sound of hooves resonated through the air as a formidable force of horse riders gathered, filling the landscape with their presence.
The horse riders of the Brolgadhr tribe, dressed in their attire, created a vivid tapestry of colours and patterns.
Vibrant banners fluttered in the wind, displaying the proud symbols of their tribe—images of fierce animals and ancestral spirits.
All the subjugated tribes under Aeryon came listening to the summons.
The sound of metal clinking and the jingling of harnesses added a musical accompaniment to the scene.
Each warrior radiated strength and vitality, their sinewy bodies attuned to the ebb and flow of their steeds.
The horses, adorned with intricate tack and ornaments, were a reflection of the unity between rider and mount.
