Bruce's eyes finally settled on the survivors' camp in the distance, a testament to their strength, around level sixty. It was clear that the camp's residents had battled numerous powerful bosses to reach such heights.
As he drew closer, the sheer magnitude of the camp became evident. It sprawled over a vast expanse, extending at least fifteen hundred meters in both length and width. Stone walls encircled it, a formidable defense. Bruce couldn't help but notice the vigilant sentinels posted along the ramparts, armed not only with bows but also firearms.
This sight triggered a sobering reflection for Bruce. He contemplated the inevitable convergence of their expanding camps. Sooner or later, their boundaries would collide, putting an end to their unchecked growth. This collision had the potential to escalate into a conflict, even a full-fledged war between their groups. It highlighted the complex challenges of their ever-evolving journey in this harsh world.
