Bab 711: Dragonfire Company

Archer stood outside his tent, surveying the makeshift camp the crash survivors had erected once he had built the wall that protected them. He felt the mana he had spent on it returning to him, prompting a sigh to escape his lips.

Before entering his tent, he marveled at the crash survivor's resourcefulness. The camp stretched before him, a patchwork of tents and shelters nestled within the protective embrace of the stone wall.

'They are more resilient than people on Earth would be. It shocks me that they just act like its another day. Makes sense when there's Demi-Gods running around,' Archer thought.

People bustled about, purposeful in their movements as they went about their tasks. Some tended to the wounded, while others gathered firewood or prepared meals over crackling campfires.