The next day, as the morning sun cast its golden rays over the monster capital, illuminating its bustling streets and sprawling infrastructure. Lance, seated in his council chamber, was in the middle of reviewing reports when Aelyndra entered, her stride as confident as ever.
"Did you forget something, Lance?" she teased, her voice carrying a playful edge.
Lance raised an eyebrow, setting down the parchment in his hand. "Forget something?"
"The elite troops," Aelyndra replied, crossing her arms. "You promised to train them yourself. They've been waiting for weeks, especially as you went and disappeared."
Lance exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Right. I did say that, didn't I?"
"You did," she confirmed, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "And they've been getting restless. Time to show them why you're their king. Honestly, I can't handle those muscle heads at all." She complained with a sigh.
