The crowd of more than five hundred people had gathered around the graveyard.
In the middle stood a small group of five — surrounded, glared at, and met with open hostility.
Emma frowned as she realized the crowd wasn't there just to remove the grave.
They were there to fight.
Could it be that… a thought crossed her mind.
Kevin stepped forward, a deep frown on his face. Aether swirled faintly around him, no matter how hard he tried to keep his calm.
"Why in the world would you disrespect someone who's already dead?" he said sharply. "All of you know what tragedy my mother went through, yet instead of showing sympathy, you come here to destroy her grave?"
No one looked away. No one seemed guilty.
A middle-aged man, who appeared to be their leader, stepped out and said coldly,
"We're not mad enough to remove that grave without a reason." His tone turned bitter. "That grave is cursed. The woman buried there brought a curse on us all."
Kevin's patience began to break.
