Axe stacked the last load of snow-packed logs against a tree trunk, creating a sort-of wall. With hide on top and leaning in branches for cover, it wasn't much—but it was something.
Timer reached zero.
Ding!
Quest Completed: Shelter in the Storm
+100 EXP
+1 Endurance
+1 Willpower
Status updated.
Title Unlocked: [First Survivor]
Effect: Moderate protection against cold and starvation.
He panted. His fingers ached. His breath clouded the air. But warmth swelled in his chest—not from the fire, which strained to take hold, but from the sense of advance.
"I can do this," he said out loud.
The system groaned open to his thought.
Status Window
Name: Axe
Race: Human (??? Origin)
Level: 2 (210 / 400 EXP)
Titles: [First Survivor]
HP: 105 / 105
MP: 53 / 60
Strength: 10
Endurance: 12
Agility: 10
Perception: 11
Willpower: 11
Free Stat Points: 2
Traits:
[Tough Hide Lv.1] – +5% Physical Resistance
Skills:
[Combat Instincts Lv.2]
[Basic Weapon Mastery Lv.1]
[Forager's Sense Lv.1] (passive)
He spent a point on Strength and a point on Agility. His arms and legs were just lightly lighter, his grip on the club tighter.
Then something stirred in the shadows just beyond the ring of light.
Axe grabbed the sharpened fang and turned.
A pair of red eyes blinked at him out of the trees.
And disappeared.