Chapter 1187
Serena looked up at the lone grave on the hillside. Her eyes were a little red, her voice husky. “Master, have a drink with me and Grandma p>
He paused at the formal address. She rarely called him or the other elders ‘Master.’ Hearing her say it so earnestly caught him off guard.
His expression softened. He didn’t say anything, just picked up the jar of liquor and followed her up the path.
In front of the tombstone.
The master and apprentice sat on the ground.
Serena broke the seal and took a large gulp. The strong liquid burned down her throat, making a lump rise in her throat.
The Old Man took a sip as well, letting out a heavy sigh. “Aria’s brewing was always something else p>
“Yeah, Grandma seemed to be amazing at everything she did.” Serena smiled, taking another gulp. “She accomplished so much. I was raised by her, I can’t fall behind p>
The Old Man paused his drinking, turning his gaze away from the tombstone to look at her. “Have you… made up your mind p>
Serena nodded. “Yes. I’m taking full control of Grandma’s research p>
She looked at the kind photo on the grave, articulating every word. “I will fulfill her unfulfilled wishes and finish the path she started. And I will uproot the Obsidian Sun completely p>
Her voice was light, yet incredibly resolute.
The Old Man drank in silence for a long time before letting out a soft sigh. “Are you sure? Kid, once you choose this path, no matter how hard it gets, there’s no turning back p>
Serena took another drink. “When Grandma chose this path, knowing how insane that terrorist organization was, she couldn’t turn back either. But did she ever regret it p>
The Old Man fell silent. Of course not. She never regretted it.
Serena tilted her head back, tears wetting her long lashes. “From the moment she paved the way for me with her life just to protect me, I’ve had no way back p>
She leaned against the tombstone slowly, much like she used to lean into her grandmother’s embrace as a child. “She forged me into રાત
weapon, and it’s time this weapon did its job p>
The Old Man took another gulp, his eyes reddening.
They drank in silence, facing the quiet grave.
Serena had an incredibly high tolerance for alcohol. But today, burdened by the heavy truth and the fact that this was her grandmother’s own brew, a rare haze of intoxication clouded her usually clear eyes.
Her vision blurred, and the mountain breeze brought a slight chill. She shook her dizzy head.
In her hazy state, she saw a tall, imposing figure walking up the mountain path under the moonlight.
The man stopped in front of her. The crisp scent of pine and snow wrapped around her senses, fresh and captivating.
He leaned down slightly. Serena looked up, her bright eyes reflecting the man’s breathtakingly handsome face. In her blurred vision, he looked devastatingly gorgeous. Her eyes were red-rimmed from the alcohol, giving her a stunningly seductive allure.
“Why are you here?” she asked, her voice raspy and lazy.