The next day dawned with a sense of anticipation in the air. The four-week training program had finally come to an end, and Vincent knew that today was an important day—not just for the elves who had undergone the rigorous training but also for the future of the alliance between his team and the elves.
The sun was just beginning to rise over the Great Forest of Arendel, casting a warm golden light across the training grounds. The area had been transformed for the occasion, with banners bearing the emblem of the elven kingdom and the insignia of Vincent's forces fluttering gently in the morning breeze. A simple stage had been set up, and rows of chairs were arranged for the guests who would soon arrive.
Vincent stood at the edge of the training grounds, dressed in ceremonial elven robes that Princess Elara had insisted he wear for the occasion.
