Noon had come and passed by the time Lukas woke up. The bag's under his eyes and the limp with which we walked said all that needed to be said. He was tired, in every sense of the word.
He had no peace of mind in his slumber. The lack of any nightmares was the only freedom his mind granted him. At least now Mistfell is safe, as safe as a pile of ruins and blood-smeared streets can be. As he walked through the ruins, he eventually made his way to the rows of graves outside the former town. There stood Kai, holding a small bouquet. He gently put one of the flowers on the child's grave before sitting down with his eyes closed.
Once he was done he stood and did the same to the next grave.
"Lukas... I'm sorry."
Lukas came and sat next to the young hunter, still exhausted mentally and physically.
"For what? You did all you could. If anything, I should be sorry I couldn't help you or Skyla any more than I did."
