I Remember

Richard's soul, which was originally a fragment of Riezekiel's, had completely merged under the influence of the Nether Fire.

Even the dark energy that had once coursed through his veins had been purified, leaving behind an essence that felt both familiar and foreign at the same time.

This transformation had granted him a rare ability, to shift the color of his hair at will, from the jet black of his past to the striking silver that mirrored Riezekiel's.

But that was not the only thing he had gained.

He remembered everything.

Every fragment of Riezekiel's past, from the struggles of childhood to the victories that had carved his name into history.

Every hardship, every sacrifice that his elder brother had endured to rise to the top, to earn his place as the rightful heir of the dukedom.

And most importantly, he remembered the last night of the Night Owls' Mission.

The truth came crashing into him like a storm.