The morning sun barely pierced the heavy clouds that hung over the village. James stood at the edge of the settlement, his eyes scanning the horizon. The remnants of the battle with the Titan still lingered in the air, trees toppled, homes damaged, and the earth torn apart in the creature's rage. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, his mind filled with the enormity of what they had survived. But survival wasn't victory, and they had to act fast.
The villagers moved slowly but steadily, exhaustion etched into their faces. Despite their fatigue, they worked hard, repairing the damaged parts of the village and reinforcing the walls. Sasha walked beside him, her sword still at her hip, but her face showed the weariness of battle.
"How bad is the damage?" James asked, his voice low but firm.
