There was no sadness in his voice, only acceptance. A quiet understanding that the paths that had crossed that night now needed to separate, each following its own direction.
His destiny was not in the Sky Caravan either. He still needed to reach the Central Region, the heart of the cultivator world, where the greatest secrets and the greatest dangers awaited.
He still needed to discover more about his eyes, about the origin of his Innate Talent, about the path his cultivation should follow.
Kyrian stood up, his movements firm and determined. It was time to focus again. There were still things he needed to finish before leaving, goals to achieve, challenges to overcome.
The alchemy competition was nearing its end. Two more days, and then the final would come, the last stage before the winner was crowned. And Kyrian wanted to win. Not out of pride, not for glory, but for the prize at stake.
