The Guardian's Return (Ethan Rivers) novel Chapter 8

“Whose grave is it?”

The man quickly covered Liam’s mouth.

“Shh! Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. All you need to know is that while there’s chaos and bloodshed at the base of the mountain, no one dares to fire a single shot up here.”

Liam’s eyes widened as he stared at the grave, finding it terrifying! There could be gunfire and explosions below, yet no one dared to disturb the peace of the place?

“Master, it’s been a long time.”

Ethan opened the bottle of whiskey and slowly poured it in front of the tombstone.

“I came in a hurry this time, so I didn’t bring the good stuff, but I know you never liked drinking anyway.

“You told me to look after Riveria for a year, but I did it for three. In those three years, I’ve watched Riveria turn from a chaotic place to a land where people can live in peace.

“Your student, I, didn’t let you down. I’ve turned Riveria into the place you always dreamed of. I’ve done all I can, and now that Riveria is thriving, it’s time for me to move on.”

He poured out the last of the whiskey and softly said, “Goodbye.”

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled across the mountain, snow swirling in the air.

Ethan slowly turned and began his descent down the mountain, moving through the crowd. With each step he took, the snow crunched beneath his feet and the wind howled. Still, he did not look back.

At that moment, the man in the red suit lifted his head and shouted, “Farewell, Old Master!”

All the other men in suits shouted in unison.

“Farewell, Old Master!”

“Farewell, Old Master!”

“Farewell, Old Master!”

As their voices echoed across the sky, the wind and snow intensified.