Silver Helms, a cavalry of resplendent might, thunder across the battlefield like a storm of shining meteors. Clad in gleaming silver armor adorned with azure accents, they wield lances that pierce the air with celestial grace. Mounted upon noble steeds with coats like liquid moonlight, the Silver Helms move in perfect unison, their hooves echoing a symphony of elven power. Each rider bears the weight of centuries of martial tradition, their eyes ablaze with the spirit of High Elven nobility. The battlefield transforms into a theater of shimmering steel and galloping thunder as the Silver Helms charge, a living embodiment of strength and elegance.