This is destined to be a long wait, and it is also a blessing that he is willing to bear. The lonely and swaying soul in the wind and snow watches the returning traveler again and again, just like the thin self hundreds of years ago, waiting for him to return home with full hope by the ice cave.
The sun rose slowly, its light shining through the frozen land. Tony slowly leaned over, tucked a lock of the deceased's hair behind his ears, raised his head and looked at the rising sun with a sad expression.
The world no longer needs him, his mission has ended, and new warriors will take his place to complete the unfinished journey and bring new civilization to the entire continent.
But now, these have nothing to do with him. Only the person behind him is the only thing he has in his life. He raised his face and looked up at the slanted sky. The sun was blazing brightly, and a layer of bright tears gradually filled his eyes.