With Lucia leading the way, the three of them moved deeper into the southern camp, weaving through the scattered formations of tents, temporary structures, and anchored Star Shuttles.
The deeper they went, the more crowded the surroundings became. What initially appeared to be a quiet landing zone gradually revealed itself to be a bustling hub filled with cultivators from all kinds of forces.
Max observed everything silently as they walked.
Even though this camp could not compare to the grandeur of major forces, it was far from small in terms of activity. The sheer number of people present made one thing very clear. The allure of Orion was simply too great.
No matter how dangerous the planet was, no matter how high the mortality rate had become over the years, it still drew countless cultivators like moths to a flame. For many, this place was not just a battlefield but an opportunity to rise beyond their limits.
The tension in the air was subtle but ever present.
