The night was calm, painted in silver hues beneath the watchful moon. A soft wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of dew and earth. Luca stood in front of his wooden lodging, his posture straight yet uneasy. His white shirt was neatly tucked, his dark trousers freshly pressed, and even his usually unruly hair had been combed down — though a few stubborn strands still swayed with the night breeze.
He exhaled slowly, trying to calm the restless beating of his heart.
Why am I feeling nervous about this? he wondered, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeve. It's just... meeting the World Tree. But still… it feels like—like I'm getting closer to something. To a truth I'm not ready for.
His thoughts were broken by a soft, teasing voice.
"What, are you feeling nervous now, huh?"
