The training ground was nothing fancy. Just a large, beaten stretch of ground not too far from the governor's building, surrounded by broken walls and some jagged metal sticking out the sides. In some corners, there were wooden dummies, most already cracked from use. The ground had patches of grass here and there, but most of it was just hard, dusty earth. Above, the sky was still that same orange haze. No clouds, Just light.
Julian stood in the center, arms crossed. He had ditched the royal cloak, left the glittering stuff inside, and now he was back in his training armor. He was now in his galactic knight armor, without the helmet, just a simple gear. Thick, worn black steel with shoulder plates and a half-chest guard. The reason for not wearing the helmet was so they could see his face.
