It is still snowing all over the sky.
"I have to go."
The Nameless Swordsman stands at the entrance of the village, holding his weapon, with his back to the villagers.
"Where are you going, sir?" a little girl steps forward and asks.
"I am... going back to my hometown."
The swordsman's voice grows increasingly hoarse.
"Above the sky, to a very, very far place."
"I will not return again."
Gradually, withered new shoots sprout from his armor. The swordsman lowers his head, reaches out, and pushes those branches and leaves back in.
"But... what should we do if you leave?" the little girl behind him asks. "What if those wolf demons appear again..."
"They are all dead, child."
The swordsman does not turn around. "They have been completely eradicated by you..."
"However, before I leave, I have one thing I need you to do."
His voice is incomparably weary.
"Although the wolf demons are gone, there will still be monsters in this world."
"Before long, fiends clad in golden branches that know only slaughter will wander here."
"But you need not fear..."
He casually drives the ancient sword into the ground and says in a deep voice:
"I leave this sword, which has accompanied me in battle for many years, to you."
"Using the methods I have taught you over the years, you will surely be able to slay the last monster in this world."
"However..."
"I want you to build a stone tablet for me."
"It must be big enough, solid enough, to firmly pin down the remains of that monster, unmoving for ten thousand generations."
"This is a debt you owe me, and you must accomplish it, do you understand?"
In the arena.
Yunli looks at the ancient sword floating in the air, her gaze complex.