One week came and passed. During this time, the city underwent visible changes; the layout was almost completely finished. The people were already used to this new way of life, and humanity's adaptability was fully displayed as smiles slowly returned to people's faces, and together, the humans in the shelter began to move in unity.
Key figures were identified, and Daemon ensured they were recruited. As for Jeff, he continued more intense training. So far, except for those he knew before, all the people interested in joining were ordinary humans without any battle experience. For now, he did not accept new guards and instead trained the ones they already had.
As for Lucien, this week had been the most strenuous he had ever experienced. He trained from dawn to dusk and would not stop until he could barely breathe, often dragging his exhausted body home.
