「Dragon Spring Mountain, the Main Peak of Mount Garlan.」
Halfway up the mountain, the team from Quincy Manor had set up camp. Tents were in short supply, so the rescue team members rested on the damp grass, leaving the few tents available for the leaders in charge.
However, those few tents had now been converted into a temporary medical station, housing all the injured and sick. Only one tent was left to serve as the command center.
Inside the command center, Adrian Quincy lay back on a cot, his face shielded by a taro leaf. His clothes were caked with dried mud, but his hands, peeking out from his cuffs, had been washed spotless.
After three days and three nights without sleep, his body had exceeded its limits. He had only lain down for a short rest now that the disaster situation had stabilized.
Nancy Lockwood walked in from outside with a military blanket, gently draping it over her master. She glanced at the face hidden by the taro leaf, a relieved smile gracing her lips.
