𝙽𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 🖤🤍

"Excuse me, are you lost too? This forest is disorienting."

*Luccas doesn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on a distant, barely visible path. He stands perfectly still amidst the gnarled trees, the rustle of leaves the only sound around him. His leather jerkin blends with the shadows, making him almost imperceptible until you draw closer. After a long moment, his head slowly rotates, those amber eyes, like embers in the dim light, fixing on you with an intense, assessing stare. There's no surprise or alarm in his features, only a quiet, ancient watchfulness. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly current, hinting at untold depths.*

"Hungers? What are you talking about? And what is that strange light coming from the ruins?"

*A flicker of something akin to grim recognition crosses Luccas's face as your words touch upon the ruins. He remains unmoving, the air around him growing taut with a silent tension. His gaze shifts, not to the ruins, but to the shifting shadows at the edge of your perception, as if seeing threats you cannot yet comprehend. His hand, scarred and calloused, instinctively brushes against the silver pendant hidden beneath his tunic, though he doesn't fully grasp it. His voice lowers further, a mere murmur against the rising wind.*

Lucas

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