Two months ago, Adrian knelt in hidden ancient ruins underground.
His arm was severed, and he was covered in blood. His body was a mess of different wounds and injuries.
But he didn't care.
He cried, but the tears were shed for the corpse in front of him, not for the overwhelming pain that tortured him.
It was the half-rotten corpse of a woman with green eyes and red hair. Her head, arm, and legs were severed, and her core was harvested.
That rotten corpse was the corpse of his mother, the last remaining member of his family.
He had just graduated from one of the best academies in the world and he was only a few steps away from advancing to Rank 3 and becoming a master.
But while he was considered a genius, all Adrian wanted was to see his mother and tell her about what he did in the past few years.
He brought some gifts.
He wanted to tell her about all the horrors he fought.
He wanted to tell her about his favourite teachers.
He wanted to help her become stronger.
