Chapter 251 KALEB

| diligently stood in front of my mother’s grave solemnly, and after staring at the ornately carved slabi to dust off the stone. This was my first visit in quite some time, and the thick coating of grime on the ston it had been in a while. | normally didn’t allow it to get this bad, but as of late, things had been infinitely busy had a moment alone.

As | cleaned it, | pondered the state of things and then allowed myself to consider my mother. Ever since she died, l’a had a nightmare about her passing or otherwise. Nor had | after I’d killed all of my siblings and most of my cousins. Not even when I’d ended my father’s life.

| wasn’t afraid of ghosts or gods. | wasn’t afraid of punishment from the Moon Goddess for the acts I’d committed in the past.

But last night, | had a nightmare, one that | couldn’t shake. It was haunting my thoughts and bleeding into the waking world so vividly it made me uneasy.

In my dream, | saw my mother groaning in her bed. The scent of death permeated the air and filled my nose so much that | was practically choking on it. She was calling out for my father, her voice strained and pitiful. The agony of it was chilling. If it weren’t for her voice, | would have thought she was already dead. She appeared so weak, so feeble. Her skin was practically translucent, and her eyes, once vibrant, had lost their beauty.

Though she was barely clinging to life… she was still my mother. 4