The air, once thick with the stench of decay and the lingering chill of the curse, now carried the scent of woodsmoke and freshly
turned earth. Oakhaven, once a village haunted by shadows and fear, was slowly awakening. The skeletal remains of homes, charred and broken, were being replaced by sturdy new structures, their timbers smelling of pine and resilience. The rhythmic thud of
hammers, the cheerful calls of builders, and the laughter of children playing amidst the rubble replaced the silence of despair that had gripped the village for so long. The villagers, their faces etched with the hardships they had endured, worked tirelessly, their movements infused with a newfound determination born from their collective ordeal. Each nail hammered, each stone laid, was a testament to their en
