Chapter 353.2
It felt as though he were emerging from a profound slumber. Aldrit slowly closed his eyes and, with a groggy sensation, blinked them open as his consciousness returned. The world around him gradually came into focus.
“Mother?” Aldrit mumbled, his gaze darting around.
“Mother!” he called out, only to realize that her mother had long departed from this world. Stricken by a severe mental ailment, she had made the agonizing choice to save one child’s life at the cost of the other. Her passing had come prematurely, almost as if following her departed child. Aldrit had shouldered the weight of those memories for years, never allowing their deaths to fade from his mind.
Yet, just moments ago, Aldrit had found himself face to face with his mother once more. It was a vivid scene that defied belief. His mother gazed at him with a tender smile and extended her hand.
“Shall we go, Aldrit?”
The outstretched hand held an irresistible pull, and Aldrit responded with vigor, hastening to follow his mother. It felt as though he were under some enchantment, with no doubt that his departed mother had somehow been restored to life.
When he finally reopened his eyes, he found himself in an expansive field, enclosed by a fence, and shaded by towering trees with sprawling branches. It was a place he recognized well.
This was the tribe’s burial grounds, a sacred space where they commemorated the members whose bodies couldn’t be recovered, conducting their funeral rites by placing nameplates on those towering trees.
Aldrit stood there, baffled, unable to comprehend why he had been brought to this location. But soon, his memory surged back to the surface—the shadowy underground warehouse and the mystical events that had transpired within.