Han straightened his back and swayed his body from side to side, crackling sounds erupting from his joints.
The recent high-intensity grain harvesting had left his hands covered in injuries. The produce grown in the Calamity Shadow region seemed to sprout teeth and talons everywhere. Yet, no one else seemed to have any complaints about the job.
With food guarded, no one would starve to death.
One could eat heartily here, but there was only so much one could consume.
The dream of sleeping soundly in the granary, even before the end of the world, was unattainable, and everyone here was content.
He pushed open the door, and the earth greeted Han with a bone-chilling wind.
The wind carried raindrops that soon accompanied shouts: "Quick, close the door!"
The wind devoured much of the sound, but it roused everyone to action.
The grain absolutely could not be compromised!
