Chapitre 189: Survival

Rocky sat cross-legged beside the python's lifeless body, his breath steadying as he calmed his racing heart.

The oppressive silence of the forest seemed to ease, giving him a momentary reprieve as he recalled principal Liam's lectures on how to craft a make-shift weapon.

With his damaged swords resting beside him and the python's massive fangs in his hands, he knew he had no time to waste as he began to mentally map out the steps to fashion makeshift weapons and armor.

"Principal Liam always emphasized the importance of securing the blade tightly to the handle" Rocky murmured to himself, remembering the old man's patchy bearded face and stern voice. "In the wild, survival depends on your ability to adapt and use what's available…." He mumbled in a tone that mimicked Liam's as he finalized his plan to make a new sword.

First, he needed a handle for his new weapon.