The Journey of the Last Warrior: The Fate of Castian.

rs. Liang, a small village hidden deep within the mountains, was a place where time seemed to flow at a slower pace. The days pass

arefully hand-carved, reflecting the tradition and hard work of generations of artisans. Castian watched everything from his porch, feeling like a part of that scene

from inside the house. He hesitated, still absorbing the peace aroun

in the clay stove, while the aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air. Mei stood by the table, pouring the tea into simple but

today," Mei said with a loving

owl, trying to put int

.. beyond the mountains." Castian answered his mother, a dreamy e

th a mixture of affe

ace and tranquility. The world out there can be much more dangerous than y

edible out there? Something I can't see here?" The doubt echoed in his mind, but he knew

his father, entered, bringing with him a gust o

e Castian's heart swell with warmth. "Today we'll have a lot o

ermination, who seemed to carry the weight of the village on his should

l bamboo trees swaying in the wind, whispering ancient secrets. Castian listened to the sou

oft soil. "We can't rush the earth. Just like in life, every

words, yet a restlessness grew within him. "What if my destiny isn't here? What if there's something mo

bles picked from the garden, and a hot tofu soup, its intoxicating aroma filling the kitchen. They sat at the table, and as t

The clouds moved slowly, as if they, too, had no hurry to reach anywhere. He f

osity not leaving him. Then, a noise in the distance caught his attention. Castian opene

He thought, his curiosity growing in his chest. The gentle

d make out the face - an old man, frail in appearance, but with deep, penetrating eyes that seemed to hold centuries of wisdom. His

ning to Cheng, who was a few steps behind him

s far." Cheng replied, his tone grave and cautious.

him, as if fate was drawing invisible lines between him and the old man. Added to thi

and looked at Castian. There was a recognition i

name is Shen. I've trave

d. It was rare for anyone to appear in the village, and his protective instinct m

eplied hesitantly, feeling an inex

his lips, revealing a set of white teeth despite his age. "

erious and evaluating. "What brings you her

ugh his mind were heavy. "I seek answers, as many before m

What does he know? What's beyond the mountains?" His mind buzz

contain himself. Stories of adventures and a world beyo

, hope and despair. The world is vast, and each corner has its own story.

g for a purpose. Castian exchanged a meaningful glance with his father, who seemed r

proached and overheard the conversation. "We cannot leave yo

mehow, this encounter would change the course of his life. The curiosity about what lay beyond the moun