As Luke hobbled further away from the landslide site, a sudden realisation struck him like a cold gust of wind. He hadn't left any mark, no sign or signal indicating he had survived the disaster. If a rescue party arrived, drawn by Karrigan's plea for help, they would find nothing but the chaotic remnants of the landslide and the crushed carriage. For a moment, Luke's heart sank. He could almost picture the searchers combing through the wreckage, assuming the worst, leaving him lost and forgotten in the wilderness.
But then he shook his head, dispelling the creeping doubt. There was no point in turning back now. Even if he left a mark, who knew how long it would take for anyone to find it—or him? And in a world where monsters roamed freely, the idea of staying in one place, waiting for rescue, seemed almost suicidal. The landslide site might draw attention, and the longer he lingered, the greater the risk of encountering something far more dangerous than the elements.
