Saved by the Token

Danial stared at the fading soul of the swordsman, his mind swirling with questions. "What did he mean?" he thought. The cryptic words echoed in his head: "I hope we meet again, young man." He wanted to call out, to ask about the technique, about the realm, about the nature of the swordmaster's existence—but it was too late. The soul dissolved into shimmering wisps of light, drifting into the infinite void of the Realm of Broken Stars, leaving Danial alone.

He exhaled heavily, the weight of the intense training and the surreal experience settling in. The silence of the realm wrapped around him once again, and he turned his attention to the floating System, its familiar presence a small comfort in this strange place.

"Can I leave now?" Danial asked, his voice flat with fatigue. He could feel every muscle in his body aching from the relentless training, despite the rapid recovery cycles the realm had provided.

The System emitted a soft ding and its cold, emotionless voice answered, "The