The next three days passed much the same way, with us helping the Association farm the zone. Nothing exciting happened, unless getting increasingly bored with the work counted as something.
The monsters, the Grotors might once have been powerful beasts, but years of careful farming had slowly pushed them toward domestication. Their claws and fangs were already growing shorter and flatter as they fed on both meat and vegetables.
After our successful "hunt" that day, we headed back to town as usual after dropping off the monsters, dead and alive. Temur promised to cook something special once we got back to our rented place, so we stopped by the local market to buy raw food and ingredients.
I slowed to a stop when something in the middle of town caught my attention.
"Wait," I said, frowning. "Is it just me, or are there a lot of Awakeners around?"
