The border.
On the land where the war between the Heavenly Ghosts and Yiren had once erupted, a camp had now quietly appeared.
It was midsummer, and the earth was brimming with life. The vegetation planted a year ago was now serving its purpose.
It kept the temperature in the camp from becoming too hot.
The camp had no walls. Its boundaries were merely enclosed by barbed wire. Looking around, one could see low buildings everywhere, with few structures exceeding three stories.
After the Heavenly Ghost War, nine out of ten camps along the border had been deserted. It was only with the arrival of a company that this land gradually regained its vitality.
The company established a camp here, hired unemployed refugees, and recruited cultivators.
Little by little, it built the camp up from nothing.
That morning, a convoy entered the camp. It passed through without obstruction and headed toward the private territory enclosed by the company in the depths of the camp.
Residents were forbidden from approaching that area. Only those with passes could enter.
As a result, the arrival of the convoy sparked discussion among the residents, though most of it consisted of baseless speculation.
Inside the private territory, in a three-story building, Major Jack of the Freedom Wings stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the convoy.
"Are they here?"
Belle approached, her grayish-white hair framing eyes like the finest rubies. Her face was full of curiosity.
Jack nodded. "They're here. Those people acting on behalf of the Norse Pantheon have arrived."
His face was filled with disgust.
Belle, however, said expectantly, "The current Actings primarily represent deities from Norse Mythology, Greek Mythology, and Christian Mythology."
"I heard that extraordinary individuals acting on behalf of the Norse Pantheon directly use the names of the deities