For Hector, those camps in the heart of the jungle in Denus meant much more than people would assume.
With that, he made the family one of the richest, not just alone but with the help of James, even though he said it while he was drunk as fuck. But Hector himself took that drunk word to heart and thought that his life goal is to make it possible to start making big money to actually put the family into a position that will be the foundation.
And he did it.
The camps made hundreds of millions, and with the smuggling operation, James himself said it just became the golden mine for them for a long time. But then everything went wrong with that fucking border war. The camps got attacked, and even though he tried to save a lot of the white magic, he barely could save it.
They fucked up his dream he built up, they grabbed from him what he loved the most and what he actually put hard work into.
