The sunlight sparkled over the open fields surrounding Mucrea Castle. The day was clear, and the gentle breeze made the grass sway in gentle waves. The fresh scent of the earth and the sound of steel clashing against steel filled the air. This was a new dawn for Mucrea and its inhabitants, as they were now preparing for a future where they would be ready to face any challenges that arose.
Carl, dressed in leather armor and a red cape, which had become his trademark as the Baron of Mucrea, walked towards the training grounds. His steps were firm, and his eyes observed everything around him. He was determined to see how the new divisions of the army he had recently established were progressing.
