"The space has changed a lot, huh," Warden mumbled as they reached the high-energy concentrated zone. There weren't any hordes of monsters lying around anymore; instead, the area was filled with a clutter of military tents, wardstone barriers for protection, and stoic soldiers on guard duty.
This place wasn't as safe as the main camp, nor like the second fold base either. Skirmishes with demonic creatures were a regular occurrence after they had overthrown the order of demonic beasts that infested the area.
Marcus guided their team into their tent after the commanding officer who brought them over had finished his speech. The man had been a gold ranker, one of the reserved forces, not anyone related to the Walt Family. Hopefully, Warden would be able to maintain his autonomy until the end of his service.
