A Purpose to Live

"But I need to ask one thing!" Reynold paused while staring at Das.

Das raised his head and looked into the eyes of Leo Reynold.

Reynold sipped his honey tea, his sharp eyes fixed on Das. After a long pause, he finally asked, "You've done all this—taken down hidden families, collected weapon spirits, become the strongest warrior in this world. And yet, you sit here, detached. Are you truly content, Das? Is this your penance?"

Das exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling as if lost in the vast emptiness of the sky beyond. "Penance? No. Boredom? Yes. When you have no equal, no rival, no challenge left, what is there to strive for?" His voice carried a weight of sorrow. "And with every battle, every victory, I lost more than I gained. The people closest to me—gone. The ones I fought for—dead. I had a purpose once, Reynold. Now, I only exist. Young and youthful…"