As evening settled over the camp, Aaron decided to postpone the salting process.
Instead, he instructed the people to smoke the meat, a simpler method for the time being.
The night was calm and lively.
Lanterns flickered, casting warm glows across the camp.
Children ran around, laughter echoing through the air,
while adults chatted in small groups, most wearing smiles of relief and contentment.
Aaron, however, remained focused. He stood near the grilled meat, eyes shifting between the fire and his map.
On the map’s edge, he spotted several red dots. A closer look revealed they were level 4 and above.
He straightened and spoke with quiet urgency, "Rumba, assemble the guards. Torvald, it’s time to test the Ballista’s power."
Torvald blinked in surprise. Rumba asked, "Lord Aa
