New Identity: Ahab Ishmael

Luther's final destination was his own grave.

He stared blankly at the photograph on the tombstone. It was a picture of him and Cecilia together. He looked handsome and young in it, his smile radiant. Cecilia sat in a chair, her elegant long dress setting off her slightly shy, beautiful face, with a happy smile at the corners of her lips.

Yes, after changing his little sister into new clothes, he had deliberately taken her there to commemorate the occasion... He had almost forgotten.

Beneath the photograph were his name, his birth and death dates, and the following epitaph: "An unyielding warrior;

A dependable comrade;

A responsible elder brother."

Luther glanced at the epitaph, silently reached out, removed the photograph from the tombstone, and tucked it inside his clothes.

Looking at the grave behind it that belonged to him, he suddenly felt an urge to climb in and lie down. That way, like all the dead in the cemetery, he would not have to think about anything or do anything.

But he knew in his heart that he could not do that, and would never do so. The flames of anger still burned within him, reminding him at every moment not to forget those who had died.

That was enough weakness. Luther should pull himself together and set out once more.

Boom!

He took out the Deep Sleep Flower Arianna had left him from his pocket. Flames rose from his right palm, igniting it. The vividly colored flower caught fire easily, flames flickering as it sizzled.

Luther tossed the flower in front of his own tombstone, the firelight reflecting off his face.

"Rustle..."

Just then, he heard a series of footsteps.

Leonard strode forward, his brows furrowed as he silently stared ahead.

At the end of his gaze, before Luther's