In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
At noon, on the hill of Thirteen Mine outside Shangbala Town.
The sun shone upon the earth. The hill was quiet, with only faint figures running about.
The person running was Didak. Though it was already Cold Moon in November, at the turn of late autumn and early winter, and the midday temperature was not particularly high, he was still drenched in sweat.
Didak's expression was exceedingly grave as he quickly ran past one blast point after another where large Alchemy Items had been placed, carefully checking for any oversights.
After running the entire hundred-meter pre-blast line, sweat streamed down his face and into his eyes.
"Puff, puff..."
Didak ran behind a low shelter wall at the end, let out a long breath, and casually wiped away his sweat, still not entirely at ease. He raised his head and looked to the side at the squad members behind several nearby shelters, calling out, "All teams, check everything again. Report to me once you are done!"
"Yes, Vice Captain Didak!"
At his words, quite a few people immediately climbed out from behind the low shelter walls, ran to the blast points, and began inspecting them. Once they were done, they waved to signal their respective Team Leaders.
The Team Leaders reported to Didak in turn. "Team One clear!"
"Team Two clear!"
"Team Three clear!"
"..."
"Team Nine clear!"
"Team Ten clear!"
After every team had reported, Didak had a clear picture of the situation. He turned to look at the person in charge of the entire squad behind him—the captain himself, Sean.
"Captain Sean, all three inspections have passed. Should we proceed according to protocol?" Didak asked.
Sean, in his forties, nodded in satisfaction. He had seen everything Didak had done