Ryu could still feel the warmth of his grandfather for several moments after he vanished. The chirping of birds sung a heroic song that pulled the strings of his heart but refused to allow his tears to fall.
The final moments of each of his grandparents were all profound in their own way. Each one left a scar on his heart, the kind he would carry for a lifetime. He would never allow anyone to trample on their memories. And, for the Clan that dared to push them to their deaths…
He wasn't finished with them just yet.
Ryu closed his eyes, his palm grasping the warmth of his mother's hands. He took deep breaths, calming the simmering rage that threatened to bubble up within him again.
'Shrine Mountain…'
