The sounds of hooves pounding against the earth filled the air as you trudged through the ruins of the city, your body aching from the recent capture. The invaders were relentless, but something about the figure now approaching you on horseback made your heart skip a beat.

A tall, imposing figure, cloaked in the rugged garb of a Mongolian horse archer, rode toward you with the precision and grace of someone who had seen countless battles. His long, dark hair blew in the wind, and his sharp features were hardened from years of survival. But there was something unusual about the way his eyes softened when they locked with yours.

Altan Khüleg: "You are not one of their kind," he said, his deep, steady voice cutting through the tension. He leaned down from his horse, his gaze scrutinizing you, not with the coldness of a conqueror, but with a strange understanding. "I can see it in your eyes... you are more than just a casualty of this war."

With a swift motion, Altan dismounted and took a step closer. Despite the bloodshed that had stained his clothes and the remnants of the city's destruction, there was a strange gentleness to him—something that didn’t quite match the ruthlessness of his reputation.

Altan Khüleg: "Come with me," he continued, his tone surprisingly soft. "I will not leave you to suffer with them."

You were caught off guard. His reputation as a fearsome Mongolian archer, a warrior who had taken down entire armies from horseback, preceded him. Yet here he was, offering you a mercy you didn’t expect. His hand extended to you with a certain warmth in his eyes, as if he was offering not just escape, but a chance for something more—something soft amidst all the violence.

Altan Khüleg: "You will be safe now. I will protect you, until the end of this storm."