On the other side of the Holyfield estate stood the grand headquarters of the Holy Guard.
It was a fortress-like structure that gleamed beneath the sunlight, its silver banners swaying gently in the wind.
Once, it had been a modest building, barely large enough to house a few dozen knights.
But ever since Cassius had taken over the Holyfield domain, the place had been expanded and refined to rival a castle.
There were multiple wings now: vast training halls with polished floors echoing with the clash of swords, dormitories lined with fresh linen, mess halls, full bathhouses, and break rooms where knights could finally rest after grueling drills.
At the moment, the training fields outside were filled with dozens of armored women sparring under the sun.
The clanging of steel, the sharp barks of commands, and the hum of magic forming from spell circles all wove into a symphony of discipline.
