The Stronghold of the Empire

The caravan veered off the bustling main roads, passing through an ornate archway that bore the sigil of Virencia's might—a golden phoenix rising from a field of stars. Beyond it, a vast courtyard stretched open, lined with disciplined knights in pristine armour, their posture rigid, their gazes sharp. This was the Knights of Virencia barracks, the beating heart of the empire's military power.

As they entered, the contrast between this place and the barracks of Nateron became painfully clear. Where Nateron's barracks were serviceable and functional, Virencia's was grand and meticulously maintained. White stone walls, engraved with the history of the empire's greatest battles, lined the pathways. Training grounds were filled with knights in synchronised movements, their drills executed with precision, their armour gleaming under the sun. Even the air felt different—sharper, disciplined.

This was not just a barracks.

It was a fortress within a fortress.