Chapitre 69: Son of Storms

As Fareon grew older, his focus shifted from trying to unite the vast expanse of the Great Steppe to the pressing concern of succession within his tribe. 

The weight of responsibility bore heavily upon him, and each day brought with it a nagging worry that the tribe he had painstakingly built would crumble once he passed from this world.

Despite the toll that age had taken on his body, Fareon mind remained as sharp as ever, and as always, a keen observer of the intricate webs of power and ambition that surrounded him. 

He had noticed that none of his sons satisfied him.

Once he called upon them

Seated in his majestic tent, his weathered face etched with lines of wisdom, he called upon his sons for counsel. 

He asks them what they would do, whose tribes should they attack, whose tribe they should allied with, these and many more questions.