On the wasteland not far from the foot of the hill, soldiers were setting up camp in an orderly fashion. Hemispherical white tents popped up on the flat, barren ground like mushrooms after a rain.
Under the massive hammers swung by a group of three-blades-tall Giants, thick wooden stakes were pounded one by one into the tamped earth. They enclosed the camp, forming a simple fortification with an opening left on each of the four sides, blocked by cheval de frise.
Patrol squads of about five men weaved through the area like butterflies flitting through flowers, while the logistics Auxiliary Soldiers began to light fires and cook. The smoke from the cooking fires slowly drifted across the entire camp.
Everything appeared methodical and well-organized.
Perched on a small folding stool on the hill, Levi watched with great interest, cracking open sunflower seeds as he did.
