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Chapter 25: The Temple

Three days had passed since I killed the Goblin King.

The rain had stopped. The air was clearer. The corpses were gone.

And the fortress?

Looking solid.

The applicants that joined us had reinforced the walls with salvaged wood and stone. The north gate now had an actual barricade. Watch shifts rotated every four hours. Scouting parties mapped the jungle nearby.

We weren't just surviving anymore.

We were preparing.

I stood on the second floor of the longhouse, looking over the main plaza—new tents, drying weapons, and nearly a hundred pairs of boots moving with purpose.

GTP. Headcount?

[Current member count: 86.]