The morning after the celebration, the village was filled with a quiet yet focused energy. The villagers moved with purpose, starting the work of rebuilding their homes, fortifying their defenses, and ensuring that their victory was not just temporary, but lasting.
Elara woke early, her mind still buzzing with the events of the previous night. She dressed quickly and stepped out into the cool morning air, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the trees and casting long shadows across the village. The scent of fresh earth and wood filled the air as the villagers set to work, and the sound of hammers and saws created a rhythmic symphony of construction.
As she made her way to the center of the village, Elara noticed Aric already hard at work, organizing the villagers and directing the rebuilding efforts. He seemed tireless, his focus entirely on the task at hand. Elara admired his dedication, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was troubling him.