"With these five traps set, we can finally breathe a little easier," Aimee chuckled, feeling the worries in her heart dissipate.
As night fell, Martin and Aimee finished their dinner.
While Aimee was ready to call it a night, Martin was still bustling around, his mind buzzing with ideas.
The leftover bamboo scraps, which most would discard, sparked Martin's creativity.
He meticulously crafted a sturdy backpack for the black arrows and set to work fashioning new arrows from the bamboo.
The black arrows were limited; originally there were five, but one was lost last time, leaving only four. Martin didn't want to lose any more of them. The previous incident had been a wake-up call, and he decided to use the black arrows sparingly unless absolutely necessary.
Thus, Martin planned to subs
