The next day, during their scouting trek for the day, Lukas and Oak were waiting for Axel to regroup with them after he went alone to chase down a ghoul that got away from them.
In the back of Lukas' mind, he was still anticipating for Wels to give the message to fight the Ghast of Shorstone. It loomed over him with a palpable worry. He wasn't afraid, per se, but he was nervous and anticipated it with a small anxiety that seeped into some of his actions.
It was strange, not to fear the Ghast of Shorstone, that is. By all accounts, he should be terrified, and maybe he would be when he saw it again, but right now he wasn't. No, he honestly couldn't wait, to him, killing it meant putting everything behind him and helping protect people from a fate as bad as his
He wasn't excited for the fight, only an utter fool would hope for that, but he was ready and the suspense killed him more than the ghast ever could.
