The leader of the tribe, her eyes still lit by the fervor of victory, walked among her warriors who sang and celebrated the fall of Darius' Empire.
The air was charged with a primordial energy, the earth trembled to the sound of drums and warrior dances.
The roar of triumph echoed through the valleys as smoke from the fires rose into the sky, dyeing the horizon red and orange.
She felt the weight of her victory, but she also knew that the war would never truly end.
He raised his arms to the heavens, a salute to his warriors.
"Today, we have not only destroyed a king. We have toppled an entire empire. Today, we are the lords of the east!" she shouted, and the answer came in the form of a roar from her soldiers, who stamped their feet and raised their arms in unison.
