Iron hooves shattered Calradia's twilight.
Dust and smoke blotted out the sun as caravans wound like serpents across the scorched earth. Bandits' curved blades flashed as they plundered what little life remained. Across the fractured realm, Nord axes, Swadian heavy cavalry, and Khergit bowstrings clashed, while royal banners and ambition tore at one another amid blood and fire.
I reined in my horse atop a mountain, my mail coat caked with dust as I surveyed the ravaged land. In the distance, a torrent of enemy cavalry trampled across the plains, their hoofbeats rumbling like thunder and shaking the heart.
No words were needed. I tightened the reins, and my warhorse whinnied before plunging downhill like an arrow loosed from a bow! My sword flashed free of its scabbard, its cold gleam aimed straight at the heart of the churning smoke.
The charge! Steel rang against steel, tearing through the air, as roars and screams erupted all at once. On this land cursed by dust and crowns, every charge writes a new legend in blood and fire.
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