Below the barracks were not exactly what one may think.
Though from the outside it looked like a fortified tent, inside was actually a realm big enough to hold not an army, but their entire civilization.... such as the people who were injured or those cultivating and etc.
Inside there were
Grassy plains stretched beneath a false sky of bruised purple and faint orange auroras.
Distant mountains rose in jagged ranks.
Rivers of slow-moving silver wound between fortified settlements—low domes of iron and crystal, training fields where Deva's sparred with weapons the size of small towers, cultivation platforms where figures sat cross-legged drawing thin threads of existence from the air itself.
The alarms sounded—three long, horns that vibrated through the ground underfoot.
As Ash and the others floated above the Barracks, the tent flap snapped open.
Then suddenly, thousands upon thousands began to pour out.
