He had heard the world call his tribe weak before. He had heard it from the mouths of emperors whose bloodlines now existed only in forgotten graves. For thousands of years, hatred had followed them like a shadow. Empires had come with fire, iron, and the promise of their extinction. They burned their homes, scattered their people, and carved their victories into stone. Every warlord ought to destroy them. But stone decays. empires rot. And still, the tribe remained, stronger as it was.
