Before dawn, everyone had already begun preparing.
Near the hunting ring, there were no longer herds of grazing horses; all the horses were busily chewing their supplemented feed. The hunters carefully inspected their bows and arrows, sharpening the arrowheads repeatedly.
As the first rays of sunlight touched the green hills, groups of hunters from various tribes streamed out of their camps, spontaneously gathering toward the hunting grounds.
The sound of hooves thundered, dust clouds overshadowed the sun, hunting dogs barked furiously, and warhorses neighed loudly.
"Lady Navarre, please refrain from taking any dangerous actions," Colonel Moritz politely expressed his concern. "You weren't frightened, were you?"
"Rest assured," Anna replied with a smile. She wasn't scared, just a bit disappointed.
Listening to the rolling thunder of hooves, Anna felt as though she could see a spectacular scene of ten thousand horses galloping like a giant wave.
