The distant sound of horns pulled Azeryan's gaze back to the scene before him, yet he felt no apprehension. On the contrary, a deep, innermost thirst for battle stirred within him.
Having experienced the Battle of Longka and clashed with the cavalry of the Wolf Family, the young knight feared no battlefield, least of all the Urian Cavalry before him—the very unit that invaded his homeland in the east years ago...
There were no calls, no negotiations. As soon as the Urians were ready, the rumbling blasts of the horns signaled the swift charge of the nomadic army.
The countless pounding hooves reverberated with dull roars. Yet, the soft, fertile soil of Ustato Territory absorbed the iron hooves' force and did not tremble beneath their charge.
A thousand Iron Cavalrymen of Urian, armed with battle bows, stepped slowly down the hillside, advancing like a tide crushing down upon them.
