Erik descended into the depths of the military structure, traversing a series of corridors.
Rooms that once housed lethal arsenals now house the necessities of village life: food, clothing, tools, and many other necessities for survival.
He passed by villagers rushing back and forth, their faces etched with a resolve mirrored his own.
The atmosphere inside the building was charged with a sense of purpose, with each individual contributing to their shared goal of rebuilding their village and lives.
Erik arrived at the main room after navigating the maze of corridors. The large chamber, once the hub of strategic planning, had been transformed into a forum for collective decision-making.
The warmth of the villagers' efforts to make the space theirs offset the austere military aesthetics.
Amos and Samuel awaited him in the room, their faces solemn and their eyes reflecting the weight of their responsibilities.