Steps Toward Purpose

With no clear plan laid before him, Luke did what he always did best—he moved. No grand strategy. No divine map etched in starlight. Just instinct, and a quiet tug in his chest.

"I should probably visit the Knights' hall," he muttered, more to himself than to Ilyrana.

Beside him, Ilyrana glanced his way, then gave a small nod.

"That's a good idea. They've been asking about you. And… a few of them might still be waiting for a proper thank you."

Luke chuckled under his breath.

"Wouldn't want to keep my fan club waiting."

And with that, they began their descent.