He strode in a dash towards the portal, a smile still etched onto his face, a tear flowed down his face in an arch before falling from his chin, his thoughts rushed incoherently and he sucked in a breath.
The gate stood directly before him, he raised him arm and reach out his hand, at that moment he came into physical contact with the gate, before promptly face palming into it, his arm shattered and his fingers sunk into his hand, blood gushed out rapidly, his hand now a nub and his arm a loose piece of string.
Luke stared at his arm for a while, he injected mana into it and it regained its previous form instantaneously, he stood, his feet etched into the ground.
The journey of the tear still present on his face, his smile disappeared and he walked away Leaving the gate in his wake.
His memory was still fuzzy as it had been a number of years however how many he did not know, He sparsely remembered the seven day interval between the spawning and opening of a gate and remained calmed, he laid upon his makeshift bed and closed his eyes, he reminisced about his time spent.
He spat out a breath and relaxed his body, he fell limp and slept.