Chapter 467: Hectic Camp
The camp outside the reservation area, which was ruined thanks to the many demons of Calypso stampeding through the nearby landscape, burned with life and noise now.
Makeshift tents had gone up wherever the ground was flat enough, marked with the sigils of Runewoven and Nova Circuit.
The air carried the smell of blood, antiseptic, and boiled grain.
Everywhere, people were moving.
Healers chanted short restorative incantations before fading into exhausted hands. Assistants fetched bandages, poured water over wounds, and tried to calm the panicked voices around them.
But most of those lying on the ground were not guild members.
They were the tribesmen, Kaiden’s new people who wished to live under his rule.
These were the Native American men and women who had once lived under Varek’s tyrannical rule.
Kaiden had asked Geralt, captain of Runewoven’s field team, to take care of them while he went with Calypso to her dungeon. The man did his best, but even with all the supplies and training they had, the sheer number of victims was overwhelming.
Many of the rescued barely looked human anymore.
Starved bodies. Split lips. Infections that had never been cleaned.
Their "chieftain" had kept any nutritious food for his elites and left the rest to rot.