Chapter 50

  When they returned to the demon palace, Drakkel asked Re’ila to gather some fine wood and a knife as well as to set up an altar in a room for him. She told him to wait in his room and informed him that it would take her a couple of hours to get it set up.

  She asked if in the meantime, he wanted some food. But he wasn’t hungry or tired.

  He went to his room and sat on the floor.

  All he felt was emptiness.

  He had avoided his clan for seven years and this was what happened. What was the point of it all?

  He sat in silent isolation for a while until Re’ila told him that the preparations were complete.

  Then, he sullenly followed her to the destined location.

  Probably knowing for what purpose it was, everything was already set up including incense burners and sticks.

  “Do you need any more assistance, Your Highness?” Re’ila asked hesitantly.

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  Drakkel shook his head.

  Once Re'ila left, he opened the door and shut it behind himself.

  With shaky hands, he began to shape the memorial tablets, noting down the names of everyone who died.

  He cut his hands several times as his vision clouded from the tears and his hands trembled, but he didn’t care.

  For Mi-Mian, Leyon, Kirora and Kio’s tablets, he placed the jade accessories on them.

  When all the tablets were completed, he thought of those who lost their lives. Touching each of their tablets, he reminisced.

  About his Senior Brother Aurien Wavel, who wished to become both a medical expert and a sword master like the clan leader, Kirora, who put up a cool front, but was actually very shy, Mi-Mian who on top of sword training, also wished to cook like his senior brother but ended up cooking like his master, Leyon, who was as bright and cheery as Mi-Mian and had no grand desires other than to live life well, and Kio… the youngest of the four; who looked up to Drakkel like an older brother and wished to follow in his footsteps even though he was lagging behind. He practiced the hardest, but experienced delays in his progression. However this didn't get him down.

  He was only 16. Far too young…

  Drakkel took some incense sticks, lit them up and set them into the jar.

  After bowing three times, he sat up.

  Sitting in silence, he made a promise in his heart.

  He pulled out the pass his master had given him and clenched it tightly in his hands.

  For those he loved, he would move heaven and earth and for those he hated, only darkness would follow.