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Evening.
Training Grounds.
Wyfkeep Castle. Wyfellon.
Wyfn-Garde.
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The sun hung high over the vast training grounds of Wyfn-Garde, casting sharp shadows across the manicured grass.
A cacophony of clattering armor and the rhythmic thud of boots echoed as knights and guards engaged in their drills, each movement a display of discipline and readiness.
At the forefront, Commander Wall stood tall, his presence commanding as he barked orders. "Form ranks! Move with purpose! We are not just preparing for a fight; we are preparing to protect our kingdom!"
The knights snapped into formation, swords glinting in the sunlight. A group of guards practiced their footwork, their shields raised as they blocked imaginary blows.
