Frostbound

I spent most of the following day in the forge. The wave came on day 28 and we spent most of Day 29 either mourning or cleaning up. Or in my case recovering. I wanted to get to work and start fixing anything that was broken and reforge the weapons that needed it the day I woke up, but I was denied. The moment I went anywhere near the forge I got yelled at.

Abigail was being obstinate about it, but I saw where she was coming from. I passed out half-dead right in front of her, she was just trying to make sure that I was alright.

I was 95% certain she sent Anna and Josh to keep an eye on me because they were particularly clingy yesterday.

Anna kept asking why I couldn't play with them like I used to and kept trying to get me to chase her around and pick her up. I didn't have the heart to tell her I nearly died and my body hurt to move. Some things you just had to suck up and do anyway.

I was getting better with my mana manipulation and I could make certain parts of my body glow and they seemed to enjoy that still.

The day passed uneventfully.

I refrained from doing my usual hunting trips the next day and stuck to the forge for most of it. I didn't want to risk reopening my wounds before the wave tomorrow. It was still weird to think we were having another one so soon. It felt like the last wave was just yesterday and we were already preparing for another tomorrow.

The foreboding feelings that I had last wave were absent this time and I was less paranoid about what was to come tomorrow. The newly upgraded wall shouldn't have any problems.

Some weapons and armor pieces that had been dented or deformed needed to be reforged, but the majority of my time was spent on remaking my own armor.

I had to start from scratch, it was in such bad condition. With experience, the process went considerably quicker, but it still took a while to make a whole new suit.

I was saving my axe for tomorrow before the wave arrived. It would be a time crunch and would eliminate any chance of making mistakes, but I could do it. My armor was more important right now. I could swing around a club if I had to.

Thinking of my axe made me wince. I had put so much care into making it and I was extremely proud of it, and now it was ruined. I remembered coating the handle in oil to make it waterproof, and polishing the axe head to a shine when I finished creating it.