Julien kept scrolling, his eyes moving faster across the menu.
He saw small white pills that permanently granted night vision to whoever swallowed them, a thick green salve that could cure any system-based poison in seconds.
He found strange, heavy ores that could instantly repair broken weapons without a blacksmith.
There were hundreds of items that ordinary Awakeners would literally kill each other to get their hands on.
A slow realisation started to hit him.
The Republican camp was basically a massive, isolated army.
They were cut off from the main Association markets from other sanctuaries, which meant they were entirely self-reliant.
And what does an isolated army always need more of?
Supplies.
They definitely had injured soldiers who needed advanced medicine and fighters who were stuck at a certain rank and desperately needed advancement roots to get stronger.
They needed gear, and they needed it badly.
A small smirk crept onto Julien's tired face.
