Klaus stood at the gates of the White Lion headquarters, taking in the sheer scale of the fortress before him. Unlike the regal splendor of the Lionhart estate, the White Lion's stronghold was built with a singular purpose—military efficiency. Located far from the bustling city centers, it stood in a remote area, away from prying eyes. Towering stone walls enclosed an expanse nearly five times the size of the Lionhart Youth Training Grounds, reinforcing the notion that this was not merely a place of training—it was a fully operational armed base.
Banners of white and silver draped the high towers, each emblazoned with the iconic crest of the White Lion—a majestic beast with piercing blue eyes, its mane flowing like the wind. Within the walls, drills were already in full motion, squads moving in perfect synchronization, weapons clashing against training dummies, and commanding officers barking orders that echoed across the open courtyards.
