The eastern pathway out of the palace had been lit up with golden lights from overhanging lamps. The shrubbery and grass hosted the first symphony of crickets to break in the night.
The soft twilight under the fluffy clouds was only more beautiful down this path of glistening bricks and flowers going to sleep.
Past a small fountain of water and down two sets of stairs was an open field of well-kept, lush rainforest grass that stretched out till another large building in the distance cut it off—the palace's barracks.
Scattered to the left and right were some buildings, such as the cafeteria, storages and so on. Military equipment, training dummies, targets, weapons, armour and more were not a rare sight.
Feyan led them all to the left of the field, where sand covered a large area. Pitched into the sand stood a test dummy cladded in chainmail.
