Byron had just turned three years old when Heather passed away, her epitaph also personally determined by her before her demise.
The siblings dismounted and gazed for a while at the cemetery, which had not been tended to in a year and had since become overgrown with weeds.
Simultaneously, and as if guided by telepathy, they stepped forward. Not using their transcendent abilities, they instead began to clear away all the weeds that had grown over the past year by hand.
Then they placed a plate of butter bear biscuits smuggled out from Ganquan Palace.
Byron reached out to touch the tombstone facing the sea, now covered in moss, his gaze distant as he murmured, "Mother, Sister and I have come back to see you."
In the past, when they accompanied their father to pay their respects annually, they had always found it odd that he would choose such a remote location for the gravesite.
