Days passed.
The village did not return to what it had been before the boar attack.
It recovered, certainly.
The damaged houses were repaired, the wounded gradually returned to their work, and the northern side of the settlement stopped looking like the aftermath of a battle.
But the old wall did not return.
Lucien made sure of that.
He spent the first few days walking the perimeter with Tavian, the village chief, and several of the older builders, studying what had failed and what materials they could actually obtain without draining the village of everything useful.
The System could have provided him with far more sophisticated fortifications.
Most of them were completely useless here.
Lucien had no refined cement, no advanced metal fittings, no machinery capable of moving enormous stones, and certainly no materials that could survive supernatural attacks.
So he asked a simpler question.
