A week passed, and Blaze's visits to the swamp turned frequent.
Things on Cyclops's end were slow, but it was within Blaze's expectations. Unlike the zombies, it took a lot of time for a living being to develop its abilities in a certain direction.
Still, as long as there was progress, there wasn't anything to complain about.
Besides, there was something else Blaze needed the place for.
"To farm, you want me to?" Cyclops asked.
"Yes," Blaze replied, using the ants to help convert a part of the swamp to arable land. "Think of it as training."
The number of human prisoners under him had increased significantly. All thanks to the horde for enslaving most resistance groups in San Diego.
It provided Voss and Alaric with ample material to research the effects of blightspore on them. Although Voss was busy with something else nowadays, leaving Alaric to carry on the tests alone.
However, it also gave rise to a new problem.
