"Good job." Jax crossed his arms as he looked at the corpses of the beasts. "This will be a good place. From now on, we'll eat beast meat and gather fruits. Everyone, be careful—anyone under level 70 doesn't go too far."
He nodded at Manaia. "You were right, this place is pretty dangerous. I can sense several auras nearby… but none strong enough to approach while I'm here."
The survivors began moving, still trembling but with a spark of hope. More than five thousand were still alive, spreading out through the clearing. The weak gathered branches, fruits, and anything they could find nearby, while the warriors and tribal chiefs above level 70 cautiously explored further in search of food.
Jax walked away from the group and headed toward the waterfall. The water crashed down with overwhelming force, glittering under the light, like a natural refuge in the middle of chaos. Something in his instincts told him this wasn't an ordinary place.
