Skilled

Inside, Eldric found a camp alive with activity. Blacksmiths hammered at anvils, gardeners tended the flowers and herbs, while the warriors sharpened their blades or practiced their techniques, each one a proof of this shelter's will to live, to fight, to thrive.

'There's no children, huh…' Eldric thought after looking around the estate.

He had been to several shelters, but he had never seen any children playing around. He couldn't help but feel that the spread of the virus had gotten stronger and that it somehow stopped women from getting pregnant…

This was a huge concern since this might be the last generation of Survivors…

Soon, he entered the manor's reception room and met the butler. Of course, there were a couple of Super Soldiers guarding him and they were really intimidating.

Nonetheless, he knew that most of these Foreign Survivors were reasonable people… He decided to just stay calm and act accordingly.