Dawn tore through the darkness, bringing light back to Hamlet.
At this moment, on the training ground, Lance stood on a high platform, flanked by Reynard and Balistan. Looking at the several teams of men standing below, Lance and his companions wore displeased expressions. These men had forgotten most of what they had been taught in just two days. Even their stances became sloppy after only a short while, with just a few performing slightly better. But these were already considered the better ones; at least they had arrived early for training, adhering to the management requirements he had set.
However, another group was still missing even though the assembly time had arrived. This was a blatant disregard for his authority.
"No need to wait any longer! Line up for roll call now!" Seeing that the time was up, Lance issued the command with a cold expression. The men below began to move, filling in the gaps, which made the formation look slightly more presentable.
