Entering June, even the always cold Shattered Stone Plain began to burn with passion.
The Dusk Bell Valley, shrouded in clouds for seven or eight days, finally cleared up after a light rain last night.
The scorching sun pierced through the soft blue sky, pouring its vast heat on the emerald grassland, causing a swathe of twisting mist to rise.
In the rising mist, on the slightly damp ground, hooves splashed up fresh mud.
The Kush Cavalry and Border Light Cavalry chased each other, sabers and straight swords danced like butterflies.
Each clash of swords and blades was accompanied by a resounding clang.
This was a cavalry engagement between the strongest in Kush Grassland's history and the strongest in its modern era.
Both wore the unique half-sleeved cloaks of the Kush Grassland, and their silver blades traced arc after arc through the air.
If this were held in a knight's arena, it would surely receive countless cheers and applause.
Unfortunately, this was on the battlefield.
