Luke sat back with a subtle smirk, watching Falkner's reaction unfold. The moment the voice—Orland's voice—emanated from the device, the hardened rider's entire demeanour shifted. His scepticism melted into wide-eyed astonishment. The shock was clear in his widened eyes and the way his fingers gripped the edge of the table as if steadying himself. He had gone from doubting the entire plan to experiencing something that felt impossible.
Luke knew he had just pulled off something remarkable, at least in Falkner's eyes. The rider had initially been dubious, unable to comprehend why anyone would want to recreate Orland's voice. To Falkner, it made little sense. But now, as he listened to the sound of his late friend's familiar tone, the disbelief was evident on his face. It was as though he had come face-to-face with the past—something that should have been impossible.
Falkner blinked several times, his mind racing.
