The training hall buzzed with energy, a vast chamber reserved for the royal bloodline.
Polished marble floors reflected the glow of ornate sconces lining the walls, their flickering light dwarfed by the radiance emanating from the eldest prince.
Prince Kaelion stood tall, his lean, muscular frame glistening with exertion. Golden hair clung to his forehead, framing a face that bore the confidence of a born leader. His movements were precise, each swing of his spear a calculated masterpiece.
A rank 16 training automaton lunged at him with mechanical precision, only for Kaelion to counter it with fluid grace.
His spear ignited with a soft golden glow, imbued with the light element, as he drove it into the construct's chest. The impact hurled the automaton across the hall, where it shattered against the wall. The force of the blow left an echoing silence in the room, broken only by Kaelion's steady breaths.
