France, December 20th 1803
6:32 AM
Luther was in his tent, meditating. He had his legs crossed with both his hands over his knees and his eyes closed.
He took deep, slow breaths without any hurry. He just let the air flow out of his lungs, and gave it as much time as it needed.
Soon, Luther seemed to have finished, and slowly opened his eyes. After staying still for a few more seconds, he calmly crawled out of the tent.
Outside, the big guy could feel the cool air of the morning, however, he just let it wash over his body without any complaint.
After looking forward, Luther could see both Lukas and Johan duelling. It had been more than 2 months since Lukas's mission had failed, however, they hadn't stopped trying to break into the fortress.