In the town of Flendon, the large dried-out lake was sunken in more compared to the rest of the town because it was once filled with a large mass of water.
Due to it being empty for so long, wind had blown dirt and what looked like a large crater eventually started to fill up.
Now, there was a gradual decline from the edge of the town like a hill, that eventually around a mile out curved back up again.
In the center of the lake, the area was mostly flat, and it had become the perfect area for a group of two hundred people to start their training.
The Crimson Crane were out, teaching different groups with their weapons of choice.
"This is better than I thought," Alba said, observing the training that was taking place with her arms folded.
Each member of the Crimson Crane had taken a group of different people under their wing because each member specialized in a certain type of weapon.
