The simple and crude temporary camp was built in a forest. The fact that they insisted on building the camp in the forest even after experiencing the thunderstorm yesterday showed that they must be guarding against threats from the air.
The group in the camp was in a miserable state. Only the cyborgs were left standing, and they could barely move. White-coloured machine oils and lubricants flowed down from the various wounds that covered the cyborgs' bodies. The cyborgs seemed like they would collapse at any moment, so one could imagine their low work efficiency right now.
Sheyan's three cyborgs wore arrogant looks on their faces as they checked out those tattered cyborgs sinisterly, presumably already deciding the distribution of the spare parts among themselves.
