As the trio made their way through the village, it seemed as if the devastation of the previous day had faded into distant memory.
The village, now recovering, resembled a place where a battle had taken place weeks ago rather than just yesterday. Lyra observed the villagers, who remained industrious despite the late hour, possibly nearing dawn.
Children slept peacefully in their intact homes, while their parents worked diligently to gather firewood, transport it to the village, and begin the process of rebuilding.
"Plant-lass, what's that grand tree over yonder?" Jack asked, pointing to a majestic tree that had sustained some damage from the fire. Despite the blaze's efforts, the tree remained largely unscathed due to its thick, resilient wood. Though some branches had fallen and a few leaves were scorched, the tree itself stood vibrant and intact.
