A few days of dedicated treatment and rest was enough for the soldiers to get back on their feet, ready for the journey ahead.
Even with limited supplies, the tech of the current humanity was just that good.
Kieran had long since recovered fully, his arm just as good as before.
A few days to recover, and even more to get to the assigned location within the Ash Plains.
Over the course of the next week, the survivors threaded the borderlands of the Verdant Ruins, or whatever it was now.
The new changes to the terrain made it harder to cross, increasing the duration of their travel, having to walk their way around mountains and plateaus that randomly appeared ahead of them without any pattern or structure.
Still, with the same goal in mind and an organized heart, they were able to reach the very ends of the Verdant Ruins, looking before them at the vast barren land filled with nothing but ashes.
