"The defensive strength of this camp has been reinforced," Catherine said as she looked around the dilapidated camp, "It seems they have learned from the lesson of the previous night and deliberately strengthened their defenses."
Indeed, the last campsite they saw could hardly be called a campsite; it was more like the remnants of a ring of trenches, and the ground inside was just a patch of ordinary lawn to most eyes, at most with a few tiny holes hard to detect with the naked eye, which were the only traces left by the tent stakes. Only survival experts and trackers like Pannis or Flare could keenly detect such traces and infer the exact position, orientation, and size of the corresponding tents. But the second campsite was different; the ease with which the Undead had breached it the previous night had made the expedition team of that year more vigilant, and so more time and effort had been spent on the construction of the camp.
