After a few moments of walking, Elena and Ethan paused in the corridor, whispering in casual conversation to give the invisible abbot ample time to make his move—if he had one.
"The military seems to be struggling to manage the residents. In this extreme heat, the units must feel cramped, leading to growing dissatisfaction. Diseases are sure to spread, and many will definitely need medicine and ointments to ease their ailments," Elena remarked.
With her heightened sense of smell, she could detect the faint stench of decay.
Even though the military did their best to retrieve and cremate the corpses, it was still not enough.
She could only hope it wouldn't lead to an epidemic.
"That's true. This heat is unbearable—it's such a nuisance to deal with," Ethan replied with a faint scowl.
"Should we expand and build more pharmaceutical facilities?" she asked thoughtfully.
"It would be good," he admitted, "but I'm afraid we don't have enough people to manage it."
