Two and a half years later.
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The sound of tiny footsteps moving through the halls were heard, coupled with the echoes of laughter. Time had passed since Jacob had returned to the Ironfell stronghold after the battle with Morbius and the Demon King.
He had just turned eighteen and was in the corridor playing with his little brother, who had learned to walk already at the age of just one year old.
The resemblance between them was striking, there was no doubt that this little person was a member of this family, a very feisty one at that.
Luke's affinity for lightning had already began to manifest in very little ways, ways that were not normal for a child his age. Infact, at that age, Jacob still had his abilities locked in the system.
Luke had definitely taken after his father, who also had a very strong affinity for lightning.
Jacob picked the boy up and pinched his cheeks lightly, wincing as he instantly got hit by a stray flicker of lightning.
