When Jeming, Viola, and the support wizard squad that followed returned to the iron camp standing on the scorched earth of the boundary line, a feeling of separation from the world arose spontaneously.
The air was no longer filled with the sulphurous scent of magma and the stench of battle, but with the coldness of metal, the steady hum of rune energy, and a sense of methodical order.
It was as if he had returned from a savage and bloody primitive hunt to a disciplined fortress of civilization.
The first thing Jeming did upon returning to the camp was to rest and take inventory.
Jeming first went to the logistics exchange of the legion to process all the materials he obtained along the way.
In fact, although the previous battle was thrilling, Jeming's gains were not much, with most of his gains from the previous small outposts.
