Luke's thoughts drifted like leaves in a lazy river, meandering through the events that had shaped his journey so far. He had faced countless dangers, moments where the very fabric of his existence seemed to teeter on the edge of annihilation. The harrowing escape from Aerdeich, the relentless attacks by monstrous creatures in Purewood, the brutal war with Edenhide—each event had been a crucible of survival, testing his wits, strength, and resolve.
Yet, despite the shadows that had threatened to consume him, Luke couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of luck. It was the kind of luck that defied logic, that made him question how so many things could have gone right amidst the chaos.
