Chapter 67: Nine Provinces Landscape

Jenton Cemetery lay in silence, as if time had stopped there. Only the wind moved, brushing past with a thin, sorrowful sigh. Pierce Looske wrapped Terrance Looske's head in a length of black cloth. His steps felt unbearably heavy as he walked to his grandfather's grave. "Grandpa, the man who harmed you is dead. Your grandson has avenged you." Pierce spoke in a low voice, the words trembling. His eyes were rimmed with red. Grandpa. That kindly old man who had played with him when he was small,...