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The training ground itself was square in shape, with half was an open field, and the other half was a building with three floors. At one side of the field was the target area for archery. The other side was reserved for field exercises.

When Kyran and Stella entered the training ground, he noticed that it was empty even though the whole place was lit.

Stella led Kyran to the entrance going to the building. The entrance at the center were h ...

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