When Luke uttered these words, he turned his back without even listening to the rest of what was said and continued on his journey towards the Tholien Mountains.
It was cold, very cold, and Luke could feel it, but the cold had no effect on him. It was as if the cold knew who he was, as if it was protecting him. He was wearing far fewer clothes than he had before entering the forest, but now, even though he was only wearing two layers, the cold felt warm to him.
His steps were heavy, there was so much snow, but... strangely, this heaviness did not tire him.
It had only taken seven days. After Luke emerged from the forested area, it took exactly seven days to reach the end of the Tholien Mountains, that vast range of hundreds of mountains, the mountain range.
When Luke looked up at the massive mountain ahead of him, or rather, from where he wanted to climb the mountain, he could see the area up to the clouds, but nothing else.
