The journey had been long, and the weight of their walking pressed heavily on Luke's shoulders.
His thoughts swirled as they trudged through the dense underbrush, his mind still replaying the rush of power from his recent Convergence.
His body, though still tingling with the aftereffects, had settled into a quiet exhaustion.
"Not much further now," Rem said, his voice steady, though the shadows in his eyes told a different story.
They had reached the edge of the route that separated them from the small town they sought. It was a simple enough place — nothing extraordinary, just a waypoint before their final destination: the city where they hoped to reach, he didn't know why Rem wanted to reach the city quickly.
Luke nodded, but something about this part of the route unsettled him. The trees were twisted, their gnarled limbs clawing at the sky like ancient, skeletal fingers.