Frank: Tiger of Mercenaries

The setup inside the tree hollow was simple but felt somewhat like home. Emma was placed on a rudimentary bed, still unconscious.

"Is this your home?" Clark asked, but there was no response as the other person was busy attending to Emma.

Standing beside the tree hollow, Clark observed the surroundings. 

Apart from the beach they had been lying on earlier, the rest of the area was filled with towering trees. 

The entire Conch Bay seemed to be a subterranean layer covered with these massive trees. 

If each tree housed inhabitants, then the population here wouldn't be small—probably over a hundred people. 

Describing it as a harbor seemed fitting.

"How do you manage to interact with the outside world if the environment here can't sustain self-sufficiency?" Clark inquired curiously.