Morning broke gently over the forest, the soft light of the rising sun filtering through the canopy above. Luke stirred from his sleep, his body aching from the previous day's exertions. As he blinked away the remnants of sleep, the memories of the night before rushed back to him—his encounter with Ilyrana, her despair, and the fragile hope he had managed to ignite within her. Their meeting had ended without a proper farewell, leaving him with a lingering sense of unfinished business. But what more could he have done? Convincing her to keep living was a victory in itself.