Chapter 110: Slowly developing.
The day slowly passed by, and his summons all gathered at the campfire as the desert sun began its descent toward the horizon. The harsh heat gave way to more comfortable temperatures, creating the perfect atmosphere for their evening break. Ethan observed from a distance as his subjects arranged themselves in a loose circle around the crackling flames.
He didn’t believe in overworking his people to death—an hour of rest and camaraderie was essential for maintaining morale and unit cohesion.
Bonds forged in downtime are as strong as those made in battle.
Ramsay had outdone himself with the evening meal. The aroma of properly seasoned scorpion stew filled the air, a vast improvement from their earlier survival rations. His E+ Grade Culinary Mastery transformed even desert creatures into appetizing cuisine.
"This is incredible!" Elena exclaimed, savoring another spoonful. "I never thought that the bland scorpion could taste this good."
Ramsay beamed with professional pride. "Secret’s in the spice blend. Found some desert herbs that complement the meat’s natural flavors."
Marcus leaned back against a supply crate, stretching muscles sore from combat rotations. "Remember when we thought hard bread and water was a feast?"
Laughter rippled through the group. The shared hardships of their first days had become fond memories now that proper food and shelter were assured.
Jack gestured toward the residential construction taking shape nearby. "Jacoub, how much longer until we have real beds?"
The architect looked up from his evening sketches, stone dust still coating his hands. " a few hours left for the first building. Proper sleeping quarters with individual rooms."