Ashes

I entered inside my core with the little energy I had got and appeared beside the ashes of the Golden Fire Werewolf.

I picked up those ashes in my fist and looked at them.

It wasn't long ago; it had filled my heart with terror, and even now, I feel it when I think about it, but it is dead, and with it, all Grimms would be. It won't be long before the greatest dream of my race will be fulfilled.

We will kill each and every Grimm; it does not matter where they are hiding, we will hunt them down and kill them.

I released the dust from my hand and picked up the essence rose of the Grimm; it was beautiful. A shining golden-colored essence rose; it seemed like it was carved out of the solid fire; it is dangerous as it is beautiful.

I looked at it for a few seconds before throwing it toward the necrotic tree with some unwillingness.