C352 Dark Cloud

We are buried heavily on the west side of the island, facing the sea, facing his hometown. A group of seabirds circled above his grave. Their feathers were dyed golden by the setting sun, and their mournful cries came from afar.

"San Mao is right, you have saved my life many times …" I muttered under my breath as I looked down from the lighthouse at the Tomb of the Great Force.

"In the end