Before long, Natalie had packed away every last oil tank. When she glanced into her storage space, it looked fuller than ever—an endless horizon of supplies. There had already been plenty inside before, but with the addition of Cassian's three massive warehouses, they now had enough to last ten lifetimes. She couldn't help but sigh. "At this point, we could probably build our own base." Their combined resources easily surpassed those of the Cassiland Base and the Grayhound Sect. Even compared with the official bases, they wouldn't be far behind. Weapons were their only shortfall. Cassian had told her the official bases were run by former military personnel, while she had only cleared out a police armory. No comparison there. Cassian looked at her. "Building a base wouldn't be that hard. Are you thinking about it?" Natalie hesitated, then shook her head. "Maybe later. For now, I like things as they are." They had the means to create a decent private base, but money wasn't the only requirement. Running one would take time and effort, and a poorly managed base could end up imploding like the Grayhound Sect. Right now, she was living well—comfortable, free, and unbothered. The last thing she wanted was to tie herself down. Besides, both she and Cassian were quietly wealthy, and no one knew the true extent of their fortune. Building a base would put them under the spotlight, attracting attention from the wrong people—especially the authorities. Maybe someday, when she got bored of peace or found the right chance, she'd think about starting her own group. But for now … She turned to him. "Let's move on to the next site. Once we're done collecting everything, we can go home."She just wanted to rest. "Alright." At the doorway, Natalie suddenly brightened. "Wait. Maybe we should leave a stash here." A wise rabbit has three burrows; she needed her own backup. Her storage space was miraculous, but it was also a mystery. What if one day it just disappeared? Then they would lose everything in an instant. This hidden warehouse was the perfect fallback—secure, discreet, and nearly impossible to find. Cassian agreed without hesitation. After a brief discussion, they decided to leave a small supply of food, daily necessities, and a few tanks of fuel behind before sealing the chamber. Back in the helicopter, Cassian asked, "Do you want to check out the private reservoir I mentioned before? It's not far, also built inside a mountain." Natalie thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No need." Her storage space provided endless clean water. They didn't need to touch the reservoir for now. If the storage space ever did disappear, or if they needed a legitimate water source later, they could revisit it. For now, the priority was to finish collecting the rest of the warehouses before Frostfall arrived. Cassian simply nodded and lifted the helicopter into the air, heading northwest. That warehouse was closer than the southern one—they could make it there before nightfall. By the time they arrived, the sky had darkened.Just as Cassian was searching for a landing spot among the hills, Natalie suddenly leaned forward, pointing. "Cassian, look—over there." He followed her gaze and frowned. The mountainside below was barren, but covered with dense clusters of tents—hundreds of them. What was going on? Had someone occupied the mountain? Cassian circled the area from above while they both watched closely. "Doesn't look like random survivors," he said finally. "More like an organized group." Natalie's brow furrowed. "The tents are lined up too neatly, and there's one large one set up at the highest point. That's probably where their leader is." The arrangement was deliberate—strategic even. Below, rows of smaller tents filled the slope, at least a hundred or two in total, like a makeshift encampment. Natalie scanned the area. "Can we fly around them and head straight for the entrance?" Cassian shook his head. "No." She turned toward him, uneasy. "The entrance," he said grimly, "is inside their camp." "What?" Natalie's eyes widened. "You're kidding." Her expression darkened. "Don't tell me they've already found the warehouse." Otherwise, why would anyone choose to live out here in this desolate place? Judging from the dirt and wear of those tents, they had been camped there for quite some time. During the fog season, the best way to survive was to stay indoors, not to camp in the wilderness. The only reason to hold this position would be to guard something valuable.Cassian's frown deepened. He didn't say a word.