The Demon Queen's Royal Consort

"Wow! This looks completely different from before," he said, surprised, as he took in the training ground.

The vast field I had glimpsed on the day of my awakening was now unrecognizable. Before, it had been nothing more than an empty open space. Now, it was a massive warehouse divided into five zones, each with its own specialized function.

Right in front of me, the first section featured dozens of small stands displaying a wide variety of weapons:

Bladed weapons: swords, sabers, scimitars, knives, daggers, and axes. Impact weapons: hammers, maces, clubs, and bludgeons. Pole weapons: spears, halberds, bardiches, and glaives. Throwing weapons: darts, javelins, throwing knives, shurikens, and chakrams, and, of course, the faithful bow and arrow, alongside various types of crossbows.

Among the conventional weapons, there were also exotic designs and creative reinterpretations: scimitars with extended tips, bladed whips, scythes of various sizes, and even a pair of sais identical to Raphael's from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

It was clear that this section was dedicated to close-combat training, sparring, and martial arts practice.

Lesley strode past it without a second glance, leading me to the second area. Even at a fast pace, it took us a few minutes to reach it.

I could have never imagined what lay before me. In essence, it was a gym—but not just any gym. This one was colossal, built for beings far stronger than any ordinary human. The weight plates alone were at least five times the size of the ones on Earth.

The machines, though different in construction, bore similarities to classic weightlifting equipment: Olympic bars, dumbbells, and weight plates.

This section was positioned on the far right of the training ground, near the wall. Not far away, two thick red stripes ran across the floor, forming a track that spanned the entire facility, clearly meant for running. It was wide enough for three people to run side by side.

"Alright, let's warm up," Lesley said.