After praising Luca in front of everyone, Lucas led the group onward, continuing through the labyrinth-like pathways of the Black Forest Camp.
Nearly five whole hours later, when dawn was just beginning to creep over the horizon, Lucas finally stopped in front of a hastily constructed wooden hut.
"This will be our lodging!" Lucas announced, turning to the weary group. "Go get some rest. An officer will come by this afternoon to assign us our tasks."
With that, he stepped into the hut without another word.
Luca and the others naturally followed behind him.
The moment they stepped inside, a wave of damp, heavy air washed over them.
The interior was extremely humid, and the ground beneath their feet was nothing more than half-wet, sticky mud.
The place was far from suitable for human habitation.
"Are we really supposed to live here?" Luca frowned deeply as he looked around the cramped, clammy space. "I'm telling you, if we stay here for even two days, we'll all end up sick."
