Three days later, the fort no longer felt like a war-torn ruin.
It felt like a construction site that had been hit by a festival; a strange mix of frantic rebuilding efforts and people jovially running around.
And many of those running around strangely kept diverting their paths to pass by a certain location... an unassuming corner of the southern region that only contained some chalkboards.
The chalkboards leaned against half-rebuilt walls, covered in dense columns of names, numbers, and hastily crossed-out times. Dozens—sometimes hundreds—of new names were added every hour, old ones crossed out or erased just as quickly. This was where the next group of individuals to be awakened was announced.
And everyone knew it...which is why these ordinary-looking chalkboards had been like a rare attraction in the zoo.
