Iron Hearth Castle – Rear Training Grounds. 06:00 AM.
The morning sun over Northreach began its ascent, casting a golden hue over the dew-kissed grass of the castle's vast training grounds. It was a scene of idyllic peace—birds chirped melodiously in the ancient oaks, and the cool mountain air carried the scent of pine and fresh soil. In any other corner of the world, this would be a moment for quiet reflection.
However, in the center of the Sudrath military compound, the silence was violently obliterated by a high-pitched, agonizing scream that sounded remarkably unmanly.
"ARGH! CEASE! RHEA! MY GASTROCNEMIUS MUSCLE IS EXPERIENCING A CATASTROPHIC CRAMP! THIS IS A TOTAL BIOMECHANICAL SYSTEM FAILURE!"
