Nathan arrives to Breistan (1)

Nakon dismounted his horse with urgency, his boots landing firmly against the dirt-packed ground. His breath hitched for a moment as his gaze settled upon the figure standing before him. Recognition struck instantly—this was Nathan. He had met him twice before during his visits to the capital, yet the sheer presence emanating from the man before him now felt vastly different. 

It was almost inconceivable. 

Why had they sent him? The Lord Commander himself? 

This was far beyond a mere response to their plea for aid—it was an overwhelming show of force, almost excessive. It wasn't just a high-ranking officer leading a campaign; it was the legend himself.