Days passed in a flash; construction was in full swing. The foundation had been laid, and the ground was filled with dust and mud, the noise causing the beasts on the island to retreat further inland.
Tents were scattered along the shore; children played nearby, while men and women bustled about—either heading to the construction site or preparing lunch.
Eva lay on a tree branch, her legs tangling loosely as she squinted lazily.
Ethan lay on a folding chair, sipping a glass of wine from that pod. He had used Julian's teleportation to return to that forest to pluck more pods.
"Aren't we going to tour the other islands? We've been lazing around these past few days," Julian said as he bit into a skewer of meat glistening with spices in the hot sun.
