The Calling to the Tesser

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the spires and arches of Hematheas. Though quiet now, the city still bore the scars of recent turmoil. Luke wandered through the dimly lit streets, his footsteps soft against the cobblestones. Tomorrow, he would finally reach the Tesser, the mystical artefact that promised to send him back to Nateron. Yet, the closer he came to his goal, the more his thoughts unravelled into a tangled web of doubts and questions.

The past week had been nothing short of exhausting. From navigating the chaos of Hematheas's political strife to facing off against Eroan and his dark ambitions, Luke had been swept up in events far beyond anything he could have imagined. It had been a whirlwind of deception, danger, and unlikely heroics. And now, after all that, he stood on the brink of what should have been a victory—but his mind refused to rest.