The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the training grounds. Ren stood motionless, absorbing the master's words, feeling the weight of his training settle into his bones. Though exhausted, he knew this was not the end—only the beginning of something greater.
"Where will you go next?" the master asked, his arms crossed as he studied Ren's determined expression.
Ren exhaled slowly, looking toward the distant mountains. "There is still much I need to understand about my power. I want to seek out the lost sects of Murim, learn from those who have walked this path before."
The master nodded approvingly. "Then your next trial will not be one of combat, but of wisdom. Power without understanding is a blade without a wielder. Find your answers, and when you return, you will truly be a warrior."
With a final bow, Ren gathered his belongings, sheathing his sword with newfound confidence. The path ahead was uncertain, but his resolve burned brighter than ever.
As he left the temple, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the echoes of past warriors. His journey was far from over—new challenges, new allies, and new enemies awaited him beyond the horizon.
And so, with fire in his heart and a sword in his hand, Ren took his first step into the unknown, ready to carve his legend into the world.