The march pressed onward, a river of steel and will flowing through the forest. Yet it was plain to see—not all marched in equal stride. Only a chosen few sat astride their tigers, those great striped beasts trained for war. The knights of Virencia, ever proud and established, rode their mounts with a dignity that spoke of long tradition. Each one was armed, armoured, and astride their own steed, a testament to the wealth and prestige of their homeland.