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Chapter 160: Roxurun Discipline Chapter 160: Roxurun Discipline As the echoes of the Dixan singer’s haunting melody faded, the grand hall was once again wrapped in anticipation.

The next performance was from the Roxurun Kingdom, a nation revered for breeding and training the finest warhorses in the world.

Their warriors were known to be fearless riders, their cavalry unmatched on the battlefield.

Yet tonight, they would not showcase their strength in war, but in harmony.

A group of ten men and ten women stepped forward, dressed in deep navy and gold trimmed cloaks, the insignia of a galloping stallion embroidered on their sleeves.

Their outfits, much like their kingdom, were practical yet regal, commanding respect without excess.

They took their positions in a perfect semi circle, standing tall, their postures flawless, as if preparing for battle, only this time, their weapons were their voices.

Then, the hall fell silent.

And with a single, unified breath, they began.

The first notes rose like a gentle breeze, the soft hums blending seamlessly, creating a sound that wrapped around the room like a warm embrace.

Then, the harmonies deepened, rich and commanding, filling every corner of the grand hall.

The song was one of history, a tale of the mighty horses of Roxurun, their loyalty, their speed, and their unbreakable bond with their riders.

As the tenors and sopranos intertwined, the melody galloped forward, mimicking the powerful rhythm of hooves against the earth.

It was as if an invisible army of horses was charging through the ballroom, their presence felt in every note.

The audience shivered.

“Their voices… they move like a stampede.” “This… this is power, but in a way I never expected.” “No wonder their cavalry is unmatched.

If they train their warriors the way they train their voices, it’s no surprise.” Even the warriors of the Haran Kingdom, known for their warlike ways, nodded in approval.

As the tempo shifted, the choir’s voices soared higher, now carrying the spirit of freedom, the same freedom their horses lived for.

The melody rose and fell, like a rider guiding their steed through the open fields, fearless and boundless.

seat, her

wind in their hair, the world at their

sat in deep thought, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest, as

And then, the climax.

pure, so commanding, it

unwavering,

as suddenly as

the audience was too stunned to

them too shocked to recover on

Then, applause.

Deafening applause.

polite claps, but cheers, voices raised in appreciation

unfamiliar with music could tell, this was more than

It was a declaration.

Roxurun was not only a kingdom of horses and

took their bow, the whispers began “They don’t

their voices!” “Roxurun

misplaced note.”

the breathtaking Roxurun choir performance, the atmosphere

next act was unlike anything before, it was time for the Gigangum

than weapons, their warriors were also trained to be mentally sharp,

laugh in

they weren’t here to

here to

man walked onto the

were controlled, yet

posture, though playful, held the confidence of a

yet well fitted, with the insignia of Gigangum proudly displayed on his

back and

“So, I was told to behave

Then, he sighed dramatically.

lasted a whole ten minutes.” Laughter rippled

the comedian