Wei, exhausted from fighting with the shadow sect and the loss of Mei lan was unable to rest, and he found himself drifting into a deep trance. A familiar, comforting presence enveloped him as he sank into the quiet darkness, and then, like a glimmering beacon, his grandfather's figure appeared.
The old man stood tall, his silver hair flowing with the breeze, his face softened by a mix of pride and sorrow. Wei felt a pang of longing he hadn't known was buried within him. He took a step forward, but his grandfather raised a gentle hand, halting him.
"Wei," his grandfather began, his voice carrying an echo of regret. "You've come far, but there are things you don't yet understand—about yourself, about that day."
Wei's heart clenched, and he braced himself for what he had both feared and longed to know.
