The following day, the sun had barely begun to rise when Lance found himself walking alongside Rusak and Rynne through the heart of the city. The streets were quiet, most still resting after the previous night's activities, but ahead, the rhythmic sounds of drills and combat filled the air.
Lance's sharp gaze followed the towering walls that enclosed the training grounds. The sound of heavy footsteps, clashing weapons, and shouted commands carried through the morning mist. As they stepped through the entrance, dozens, no, hundreds of warriors filled the vast field, each engaged in rigorous training.
The space designated for training was surprisingly large and spacious, and that was only the main centre field where most drills and sparing took place. Lance had been surprised when he first saw it, but he had now grown accustomed to it.
Lance crossed his arms, his golden eyes scanning the scene with quiet interest.
"They've improved," he noted.
