It was the same field of withered grass. The same patch of red soil. The same glaring red sky.
He felt courageous before, but Zein couldn't lie that he wished he visited this place with Bassena by his side. Every step that he took toward the memorial site made his necklace feel heavier. At one point, he paused. He stopped walking and just stared blankly ahead.
His body instinctively knew, that this was the place. This was the point where he stood for hours looking at the blazing fire, filling the night sky with the stench of tears and agony. This was the point where he left his old name behind. 'Zen' was dead here. Even if Umbra did not disappear that day, 'Zen' would never come back there.