Beyond them, the citizens of the fortress were gathered—men and women separated, the men protesting loudly as they were herded outside the walls, their voices a cacophony of anger and confusion.
"You can't do this!" one man shouted, his face red with fury as a female soldier pushed him back.
"This is our home!" another protested, his fists clenched at his sides.
Max stood near the gates, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sharp as he oversaw the operation. He turned as our convoy approached, his expression unreadable, and signaled for the gates to be opened.
The moment the trucks rolled inside, the women from the tribe gasped, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the fortress. The towering walls, the grand structures, the sheer magnificence of it all left them speechless.
"How is this possible?" Agatha breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's so beautiful... is this paradise?"
