Several days had passed since the tide of monsters ended. The city still smelled of smoke and damp stone, but the urgency of combat had been replaced by a quieter one.
Adam received reports nonstop.
Structural repairs. Inventories of materials recovered from the monsters' corpses. Reconstruction estimates.
He put his hand to his chin as he reread one of the documents.
"I need merchants to come. As soon as possible. We have to sell all those materials."
Now that the immediate crisis had passed, more complex problems arose. As the temporary head of the territory, every decision fell on him.
And what they needed most was money.
Enormous resources had been consumed in resisting the tide: weapons, reserves, medical supplies, and emergency funds. The coffers were dangerously empty.
But that wasn't the only problem.
