As the sun began to sink below the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets of Esbakan, Luke felt the need to pull away from the gathering. Father Alric and Sister Eleanor were fully engrossed in their preaching, their words weaving through the crowd growing steadily throughout the afternoon. It was impressive, but Luke knew he had done his part—watching from the sidelines, observing how things were unfolding. Now, it was time for him to go.
With a nod to himself, Luke stepped closer to where the Father and Sister were speaking, carefully navigating through the crowd without drawing too much attention. As he reached them, Father Alric paused briefly in his sermon to acknowledge Luke with a respectful glance. Sister Eleanor caught on too, her eyes meeting Luke's with a subtle understanding.
"I'll be heading back now," Luke said quietly, not wanting to interrupt their flow. "It's getting late."
