The echoes of the landslide still lingered in the air, like a distant memory that refused to fade. The ground around Luke was strewn with rocks and debris, the remnants of the earth's violent upheaval. The cliffside once loomed over the narrow path, was now a scarred and jagged expanse of exposed stone and dirt. It was a stark reminder of the raw, unyielding power of nature—one that had nearly claimed his life.
Luke sat on the cold ground, his leg throbbing dully beneath the makeshift cast. Every movement sent a fresh wave of discomfort through his body, but he knew he couldn't stay here. He needed to move, to find some way to navigate this treacherous terrain despite his injuries. His eyes scanned the area, searching for anything that could serve as support.
