Roxurun Discipline

As the echoes of the Dixan singer's haunting melody faded, the grand hall was once again wrapped in anticipation.

The next performance was from the Roxurun Kingdom, a nation revered for breeding and training the finest warhorses in the world. Their warriors were known to be fearless riders, their cavalry unmatched on the battlefield.

Yet tonight, they would not showcase their strength in war, but in harmony.

A group of ten men and ten women stepped forward, dressed in deep navy and gold trimmed cloaks, the insignia of a galloping stallion embroidered on their sleeves. Their outfits, much like their kingdom, were practical yet regal, commanding respect without excess.

They took their positions in a perfect semi circle, standing tall, their postures flawless, as if preparing for battle, only this time, their weapons were their voices.

Then, the hall fell silent.

And with a single, unified breath, they began.