Harry was in disbelief when he arrived in the warehouse Thirteen rented.
He saw that it was big enough to house more than a hundred people.
Not only that, but the Wanderers seemed to be doing well. None of them looked malnourished, and they all looked content with their current circumstances.
Granted, the warehouse wasn't a luxurious residence like the residence of the Remington Clan, but it was still a safe haven for teenagers like them.
The best place for the Wanderers who had been forced to go to the world of Solterra regardless of whether they liked it or not.
The sound of constant hammering echoed in the background, which made Harry look towards the Eastern Side of the warehouse where the Smithy was, according to Rianna.
But before he could ask if he could see Zion, a familiar chubby boy walked in their direction.
"You're back, Rianna," Cristopher greeted. "Was the hunt good?"
