"Regroup," I called sharply, ending the exercise. At my command, the goblin skeletons withdrew with eerie precision, their ranks reforming in perfect order. The knights returned to their posts, their spears held high, while the mage variant dismissed its summoned creatures with a flick of its clawed hand.
As the dust settled, I stepped forward, my gaze sweeping across the arena. The stone golems, now nothing more than scattered debris, bore testament to the effectiveness of my army. "Adequate," I remarked, my voice laced with cold satisfaction. Yet, even as I spoke, my mind was already analyzing the performance, noting areas for further refinement. The Goblin King, its crimson cape fluttering faintly, knelt before me, awaiting its next command. I allowed a faint smirk to curve my lips as I turned away, my pen resuming its rapid scribbles.