Just as Avril said, by the time Roland returned to where the Shell Ship was docked, the final preparations were nearly complete.
The Gray Dwarves were deftly carrying the last few sealed bags of improved Rock Core Blocks and Water Storage Pouches onto the ship, their movements practiced and efficient.
Bronson stood at the entrance to the bridge, making final checks against his thick notebook.
However, the atmosphere was not entirely harmonious.
With his arms crossed, Duraga's burly frame stood like an iron tower before the boarding ramp, engaged in a silent standoff with a group of human survivors gathered not far from the Shell Ship.
The survivors, led by Hom, had a mixture of awe, apprehension, and a hint of stubborn refusal in their eyes.
Seeing this, Roland raised an eyebrow slightly and walked over.
"What's going on?"
His calm voice broke the tense silence.
