Ethan walked briskly towards the Ratkin training field. The afternoon sun had already begun to descend, and the mist was slowly appearing, covering the vast expanse of the camp. In the distance, commands and the rhythmic sound of small feet marching in unison could be heard. When he reached his destination, he paused for a moment to observe the scene before him.
The training field was an extraordinary sight: a thousand Ratkin moved with impressive coordination, all dressed in military uniforms adapted to their size and shape. The discipline and precision with which they moved were admirable; they hadn't trained for long, but their experience as warriors of their race helped them. Ethan felt pleased with what they had accomplished so far.
