The next day began quietly, almost too quietly.
The early light stretched across the castle walls, brushing over the stone surface and the wooden structures they had built over the past few days. One by one, the members of the group woke up and returned to their assigned duties without needing to be told.
They were now on the fourth day of the first week.
The thought of the second wave still lingered in their minds, but it no longer pressed as heavily as before. The constant work, the sound of tools, and the sight of their fortress becoming stronger had dulled that anxiety into something smaller—something easier to ignore, at least for now.
Ezra stood among the trap team, assigned to supervise them. Although he didn't just watch, he chose to work with them to make the job move smoothly and fast.
He pointed out where to adjust the angles of the stakes, where to deepen the holes, and where to reposition certain traps so they would work more efficiently.
