"Luke!" I keep shouting as I shake Luke's body desperately, watching the paralysis spread through him. Luke's breathing becomes labored, and his eyes are completely closed. "Don't do this to me! We have to get to Lacrontte! We have to save the world!"
Saving Luke seems like an impossible task, but I refuse to give up. As the sun begins to set behind the distant mountains, with the humidity in the air and the eerie silence among the trees, I lift Luke as best as I can and drag him along the forest path. Every step feels eternal, but my determination does not waver.
I push on and on, not caring that I can no longer feel my arms or the pain in my legs. I push forward into a part of the swamp so dense that I can't see much beyond the trees just a few meters ahead.
"Help," I whisper with a broken voice. The sight of Luke like this brings unbearable pain to my heart.
Suddenly, as I try to lift him again, his mark begins to glow strangely.
