The ruined village remained silent as she followed behind the beast emperor toward the graveyard located near the edge of the mountain peak.
Cold winds brushed through weathered burial mounds.
No grand tombstones existed there.
No glorious monuments.
Only rows upon rows of nameless graves resting beneath grey skies and decades of loneliness.
Yet despite the absence of names, Juren remembered every single one.
As they walked slowly between the graves, the beast emperor pointed toward different burial mounds one after another while quietly speaking about the disciples, elders, and warriors buried beneath them.
Kiara listened patiently.
Not because she felt emotionally attached, but because understanding the past of the Frost Clan might become useful later.
Eventually, they stopped before a burial mound located near the center.
The moment Juren looked toward it, a trace of sorrow surfaced within his golden eyes.
"This…"
