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Instead, Elias was there. He wasn't moving fast, but he wasn't stopping. He used a rhythmic, swaying gait that utilized the weight of the pack rather than fighting it. His eyes were fixed not on the horizon, but on the very next inch of ground.

They reached the shelter of a cave just as the sun vanished. As they huddled over a tiny, flickering fire, Kael watched the old man massage his scarred hip. Kael realized then that "the strong" weren't those who were born without weakness, but those who had survived their own breaking and decided to carry on anyway. Only the Strong

The storm didn’t announce itself; it simply arrived, a wall of gray wind that turned the mountain path into a river of slush. Instead, Elias was there

"You’re right," Elias replied, tightening his own straps. "Only the strong survive. But you don't know what strength is yet." His eyes were fixed not on the horizon,

Elias took half of Kael’s load, layering it onto his own. He looked like a broken crane, bent nearly double under the impossible mass. Yet, he moved. Step. Breathe. Step.