Altera Village.
Altera stared at the clear skies with a complex expression, her pretty finger rhymically tapping on the varnished wooden table.
The protection period was already over for more than a day and… nothing happened.
It wasn't that she was complaining. After all, at the very least, they managed to get their much needed respite, and the resources have been recovered to a certain degree.
Actually, it had recovered much faster than anticipated.
This was because when people woke up, the first thing most did was start the production of everything needed in wars. This included gathering resources, making sure that the territory didn't lack it when in need.
She had also managed to make a few more bombs by this time, which was a miracle because she slept for nearly a whole day.
That mob really took a toll on her health and spirit.
