Saho was hesitant to ride to war again at first. He was content with how his life had panned out after the war of the Hallelujah Mountains. He had become a respected warrior and had protected his family from the enemy.

Saho looked to his sides where his younger sister and his trainee were riding their own Ikrans. His other arm looped around his daughter’s waist to prevent her from slipping off. He let out a joyous whoop before beginning his decent to the trees below.