A month passed on the outside, life continued and he remained forgotten to all but one, the hunters association of America's boss, David Rolland, although not at the forefront of his mind, the name of one Porter loomed over him, for he did not forget a name no matter how Insignificant their standing was.
For Luke he had managed to climb back up to where he previously fell, climb is used loosely as he had just ordered his trolls to stand atop one another and used their ribs as a ladder, no matter how unspectacular it may have been he was not a showman so he cared not.
upon reaching the top he stood looking down at the ladder of trolls, he unsummomed them all and begun backtracking in hopes of returning home.
He pushed forwards, his memory was blurry so it was not a smooth delivery to base, however he did recognise a fair few rocks that lingered, maybe far more than he was welcome to recognising.
he searched every crevasse of the cave to no avail it seemed the gate he had once entered was now gone, Luke's breathing become methodical, his jaw dropped and he shouted, rattling his teeth "MOTHER FU-U-U-UCK-ER."