Ice Island, Court.
"Woo..."
Yerman stood in the watch tower, raising the Wild Bull Horn high. The huge bell of the horn faced the sky, and he emitted a powerful and resonating sound, like the low roar of a giant beast.
Across Ice Island, other horns sounded in response, creating a symphony in unison, like rolling thunder echoing through the heavens.
The Royal Family of Ice Island had ruled for over a hundred years, still following the ancient traditions from Yige.
Each time they went to war, the tribal leaders would always blow the first war horn. In the wars that followed, the sound of the first horn would be emblazoned in the hearts of every warrior, making them forget their fear of the battlefield and death, and fight the enemy with abandon.
The more spirited the sound, the more it showed their yearning for victory.
Yerman, with his terrifying lung capacity and loud voice, blew a particularly piercing horn, so clear and penetrating that all who heard it were amazed.
