The next day, Tyler woke up early, refreshed himself, and stepped out of his portable house, only to find the entire camp deserted. Confused, he scanned the area until distant murmurs caught his attention.
Following the noise, he discovered a crowd of students gathered around a large screen mounted on a makeshift frame. The screen displayed a list of missions and updates in glowing text.
"Hey, Junior Tyler! Good morning!" Brolin's deep voice greeted him warmly.
"Good morning, Senior Brolin. What's going on here?" Tyler asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Ah, nothing too exciting," Brolin said, crossing his muscular arms. "These are missions issued by the camp. If you're not already assigned a task, you can take one from the board. Stuff like 'Camp 450 needs a healer for a day,' or 'Camp 100 requires Abyss Beetle juice.' That sort of thing."
