With Luke by my side, we made quick progress through Haven. Despite the oppressive gloom and ever-present shadows, a sense of optimism slowly rose within me, made brighter by Luke's wonder at the surreal landscape. When he wasn't battling remnants, he gazed around in awe, pointing at islands, and asking questions I couldn't always answer.
It was hard to tell whether his curiosity was genuine or merely an attempt to distract me from the daunting task ahead. However, his expression grew increasingly concerned as I explained the nature of the realm, the catastrophe that had befallen it, and my desperate attempt to fix it.
"You mean to tell me you think you can repair a tear in reality itself?" he asked, incredulity lacing his voice.
I nodded, slightly deflated by his skepticism. "It's not reality, precisely," I said, "but Fate. And I've done it before, just never on this scale."
He blinked, mulling over my words. "Fate?" he echoed. "What's the difference?"
