The next morning, as the sun rose over the walls of the Draconic Fort, everyone returned to their routine…
Tris stretched his arms as he stepped out of his quarters, as he cleaned himself and changed his clothes…
Three months had passed since the transport incident, and though he no longer had to worry about the Dragonoids or the Dragon's underlings, the Zombies could still cause some problems. They had to be very careful dealing with them since a single bite could be disastrous.
If the virus spread without their knowledge, their shelter would be doomed.
Nonetheless, this fort was always busy…
Farmers were already tending to the fields… the very same plots that had been dragged along with them when the gate stone exploded.
It was a strange blessing.
Without those crops, their population of six hundred would have starved quickly.
"Leader!" called Nika, his second-in-command, waving from the ramparts.
She was already armored with her dragon-scale breastplate.
