2 hours had passed.
The grand food production team was doing their job smoothly. MF still had more than 30 hours left before the end of the three days filtering in the veil of trial on her Citadel. Most of the new residents became closer with each other as faith started to surge more, an extremely productive day.
While the recreational paradise ensued, the unrelenting scouting party were drilling the protection barrier that made everything still look like a gloomy mountainous domain from the outside.
Their leader, a proud dragonoid, a race that was known as Aiseirigh, was approaching one of the laidback members, currently laying down and stretching her body on top of a slab of rock.
"Oy, Yitha, go check the south. I detected some mana signatures."
"Nya?" The feline's eyes widened, scratching her fluffy ear that was surrounded with pink hair. "Geh, it could be just some sentient mana-core eater or a sentient mineral for goodness sake."
