"I know you all have just recovered, but unless you all want to sleep on the streets, I suggest you all put your backs into it! C'mon, people!" Jorn barked while carrying a giant piece of broken stone.
"We have a lot of work to do!"
At the same time, many clansmen were also moving rubbles of various sizes based on their strength as they cleared out the ruins of the Desolate Crow Clan.
"Did ya hear that? Brother Jorn said to put your backs into it!"
"I don't need your reminder! I've heard it loud and clear!"
"Haa! I ain't planning to sleep on the cold floor tonight!"
"Ouuu—!"
The warriors and clansmen talked and exclaimed in high spirits.
After drinking the blood-mixed Holy Water, not only did the clansmen fully recovered, they even felt invigorated and energetic.
It was like finally being lifted up after taking off all the weights dragging them down.
