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

mind, as if they were fragments of a distant life full of adventures. The world beyond the mountains surrounding Liang, with its peaceful b

d the same tasks, or heard the same conversations in the village. It was as if the familiarity of his home, wh

heng was a strong man, with calloused hands and a face marked by the sun. Despite his austere appearance, he was

to his father. He hesitated but knew he cou

yond the hills that surrounded the village. "I know life here is safe and beautiful, but I feel like the

tching his son with a thoughtful

he weight of his words. "Your grandfather, before me, also longed to explore beyond the mountains. But rem

e the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and re

tian's shoulder a

g's voice was grave but filled with understanding. "However, you must be prepared for what you will face. O

r a long moment, gratitude and

e the unknown than spend my whole l

tian was stronger than any advice or warning. He saw in his son the same spark that had s

ut a short laugh, trying to ease the tension. "But if this is the pa

a mix of relief and ex

*

presence had already become common, but tonight, the young man was restless. The decision he had made earlie

Castian suddenly said, his voice filled with

e chewed the las

y of mind and spirit. Their teachings come from past generations, a combination of discipline and tradition that molds their warriors from child

rd, completely immer

sked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "

ked at the young man with a mi

accept outsiders. However..." he paused, studying Castian with a perceptive look. "There are stories of except

ask another question when his mother, Mei, wh

as soft but worried. "Our home may not be full of adventures, but

ew her words came from a place of love and protectio

. But something inside me tells me that I must explore the

g the emotions rising within her. When she open

"then know that, as difficult as it is for me, I will

," Castian said, a

*

tains seemed different, as if it were whispering secrets only he could understand. The

l landscape of his sleeping village. Shen's, his father's, and his mother's words echoed in his min

world out there was far more

air. Excitement and fear danced together in hi

mething shift within him. There was a purpose to his journey, someth

finally. "And I will find my

for the first time in many days, he felt the peace he had been se