In the heart of my kingdom, there lies a sacred clearing known as the Moonlit Arena. Bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight filtering through the dense canopy, this natural place is a haven for warriors honing their skills.
Towering ancient trees encircle the space, their branches creating a protective canopy overhead, adorned with luminescent moss that emits a gentle, otherworldly radiance. It always lures the warriors out, and me too.
The ground, covered in a carpet of moss and soft undergrowth, offers a cushioned surface for the warriors engaged in training. Silver-tinged flowers bloom at the edges, releasing a subtle fragrance that mingles with the earthy scent of the forest, usually mingling with sweat.
Intricate runic symbols, etched into the ground by generations of werewolf wa
