And that's exactly what we did.
Over the course of the next month, we threw ourselves into the work of reconstruction and monster hunting.
The days blended together in a haze of activity—building homes in the morning, training villagers in self-defense by midday, and venturing into monster-infested territories by night.
Christian surprised us all with his natural leadership abilities, organizing the villagers into efficient work crews that rapidly rebuilt what the Iron Fist had destroyed.
Anouz, meanwhile, took to monster hunting with insane enthusiasm, often returning with dozens of trophies from his solo expeditions.
I split my time between both efforts, but also ventured further afield, mapping the borders of our territory and establishing early warning systems for monster incursions.
I stand at the edge of the village—no, I should call it a proper town now—watching as the last rays of sunlight paint the newly built homes in shades of amber and gold.
