The training field stretched out beneath the vast tangerine sky that stretched as far as the eye could see. A scattered cloud drifted lazily, casting shadows on the landscape below.
Nicolaus looked around, his gaze sweeping across the training ground. The earth beneath was dry and dusty, having seen no rain for days, leaving a fine layer of dust that clung in the breeze.
The field bore the marks of many previous training sessions, with footprints and signs of combat etched into the ground.
As he strolled across the terrain, the knights in the vicinity greeted him with nods, acknowledging his presence as he moved along.
His boots crunched on the parched earth as he walked, each step stirring the dry soil and setting off a swirl of fine dust beneath his feet.
He stumbled upon his younger sister, deeply immersed in her practice with the knights, her focus so intense that she didn't even spot him.
