Dawnlight Over Aiel

Racing like the wind across the battlefield, a sword drinking beast blood as its wielder rises to prominence. (Volume One)

Singing with the wind, autumn returns, bringing smiles to the people; dancing with the snow, we keep the enemy a thousand miles away and bring peace to the people. (Volume Two)

The horns blare, their sound reaching the heavens; swift iron cavalry ride forth, raising their weapons to drink from the Northern River. War drums thunder through the skies; airships race through the clouds, surveying the land below. (Volume Three)

To be continued...