Rear Training Grounds – Iron Hearth Castle. 06:30 AM.
A spectral mist, thin and bone-chilling, clung to the frozen earth of Northreach, swirling around the rows of practice mannequins that bore the jagged scars of Magitech ballistics. The morning air was a sharp blade against the skin, yet in the center of the desolate field, a man stood bare-chested, his skin radiating a faint steam as the heat of his massive body met the sub-zero atmosphere.
General Riven Sudrath was not engaged in his usual morning routine of pulverizing boulders or swinging his ten-ton axe. Instead, he was occupied with a mission far more treacherous, one that required a level of patience he had never been trained for: soothing Young Master Kaelven Sudrath Junior, who was currently waging a vocal war against the world due to the onset of teething.
