"Never," Lucian replied gently, his gaze sweeping over the gathered villagers. "This village, and the people in it, are where I found my strength. You were my foundation, the ones who reminded me why I fought, why I built. Even when I stood at the helm of an empire, I carried your spirit with me."
The villagers murmured softly, a mixture of pride and sadness in their eyes. For many, Lucian had been a symbol of hope and resilience, proof that even those born in obscurity could rise to greatness. And now, as he stood before them one last time, they felt the weight of his farewell keenly.
"But every journey must come to an end," Lucian continued. "And as I step back, I leave you with this: Remember your worth. Whether you are a farmer or a craftsman, a soldier or a scholar, you each have a role to play in the empire's future. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise."
