The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Many years had flown by since Morgana’s last visit to Lucius’s resting place. Though hundreds of years had lapsed, she could still discern the spot where Lucius’s grave had been.

Despite her having obliterated the tombstone and even the graves themselves having been consumed by the relentless passage of time, she had an uncanny knack for locating Lucius’s burial site.

Though she knew his body wasn’t entombed here, Morgana still regarded this place as the closest connection to her older brother.

At that moment, her heart brimmed with sorrow, remorse and a touch of bitterness. Her emotions surged and like an unbidden tide, the events of that fateful year flooded her thoughts.

Initially, Morgana’s rush of affection and impulsive feelings for Lucius, followed by his abrupt disappearance from her view, had led her to believe that he must have been dispatched to Maria with the ring bestowed by their mentor. Thus, she had hastily departed the mountains and embarked on a journey in search of him.

Yet the road from the Mountains was perilous and far-flung and Morgana was still a prime fugitive hunted by the rebel court.

Undaunted, she undertook great trials to reach Diannan, only to find Lucius’s body already missing, consigned to the earth. It was then she learned the grim truth, her older brother, whose cultivation outshone her own, had met his demise by her own hand.

Lucius’s life. Her aim was to seize the Eternal

in her estimation, given Lucius’s prowess, even a stab to his heart shouldn’t have

reiki. Though his cultivation remained nascent, his reiki wasn’t wholly lacking, enabling him to temporarily stabilize his injuries and progressively recuperate by harnessing his spiritual essence. His wounds would

had been interred, a truth she struggled to fathom. Only

her reach, for no matter how she lamented, the dead could not be reclaimed. So resentment seeped in, a belief that Lucius had chosen death over her

from returning for years. Her absence wasn’t because she’d moved on from Lucius, but rather, in over three centuries, she still could not banish his memory

whispered with emotion, “Brother Lucius, vividly I recall our first encounter. Back then, you were thirteen or fourteen and I, a mere twelve or thirteen, yet at that sight, love took root. From that day, I awaited your presence in our home, longing to glimpse you. Outside my brother’s chamber, I’d eavesdrop on

battles. Then, I concluded I’d stand with you for a lifetime. Wherever you

Den, I was the third member of the Warriors Den Association. Though you and your sister rejected

emperor, I’d

tears flowed freely. She set alight the final sheet of yellow paper voice choked, “Brother Lucius, I thought time would sway your heart, but I was blind to the truth, you never loved me. I stood by

all, many worthy hearts sought mine, but only yours held it. From that first gaze to my final strike, all I gave was for you. But to my dismay,