Luka's breath caught for just a fraction of a second before he composed himself, his eyes hardening with resolve.
"Then… you know what I'm after."
His voice was steady, but beneath the surface, tension coiled like a viper ready to strike.
Once again—
The World Tree's countless leaves rustled, though there was no breeze.
Its massive branches creaked and groaned.
"Yes… To simply answer you, I will grant you what you seek... However, you must understand—the path you've chosen is a dangerous one... an uphill battle with no certainty of victory."
Luka exhaled slowly, crossing his arms over his chest.
His gaze flickered to the ground for just a moment before returning to the towering being before him.
"I know that…" His tone softened, the iron in his voice giving way to something almost weary.
"I just want this to end soon... I just want to survive. I don't want everything to—you know..."
His eyes drifted to the little elf girl.
