The sun was rising.
His time here was drawing to an end. He knew he would not remain for much longer, and once he was gone... Synthia would suffer. She would be so close to home, yet still unable to reach it.
Luke pulled out a potion and drank it in one gulp. The effects were barely noticeable.
Clicking his tongue, he took out the medium-ranked potion as well and emptied the bottle.
For a brief moment, his vision cleared, allowing him to push himself back to his feet.
There was no time to waste. He had to move.
The effects of Lunar Warden had already faded. Now, all he had left was his own determination to push beyond his limits.
"Luke..." Synthia called out between sobs, her eyes swollen and red from crying.
"Brace yourself. You'll be home soon. Gah!"
He gripped the rope and pulled with every ounce of strength he had.
The container was still nearly thirty feet from the water.
Synthia would never be able to jump that far. Somehow, he had to close the distance.
