As darkness began to settle, clusters of campfires had already been lit.
Not only did they serve to dispel the night and the cold, but they also functioned as illumination to ward off wild beasts.
However, unlike most worlds' wood-based fuel, the campfires and lighting here utilized various liquid and solid fuels, in addition to a variety of sunflowers.
"These, can't really be called sunflowers anymore, can they?"
In the center of the camp, a lighthouse had already been slowly erected.
Half a day earlier, it was merely over three meters long, tied to the back of a large carrying beast, resembling a withered, thin tree.
But after watering and fertilizing, and following a half day of dance-like rituals performed by someone who seemed to be a gardener, it transformed into a real lighthouse.
Inserted at the camp's center, its roots buried deep into the earth, it gradually rose to about five meters, while its trunk thickened significantly.
