The combat training grounds were massive, a sprawling arena lined with stone pillars, jagged training dummies, and weapon racks brimming with intimidating tools of destruction. The ceiling soared high above them, enchanted to resemble a clear blue sky, while a faint hum of magic vibrated beneath Liria's feet.
The first combat lesson for Liria and judging by the size of the crowd, it wasn't going to be a casual stroll in the park.
"Welcome, recruits," barked a gruff voice that immediately commanded attention.
Liria turned toward the front, where a hulking figure emerged. The combat instructor was a demon so broad and muscular that he looked like he could juggle boulders for fun. His skin was a rough, charcoal gray, marked with faint scars that hinted at a lifetime of battles. His horns curved backward like the blades of scythes, and his eyes glowed a menacing crimson.
