[Asura]

Asura's smile did not waver as she beheld the Corrupt General before her. And once again, as she had thought of a myriad number of times in the past, she wondered how this woman, full of feline grace and patient authority could have attained her loyalty.

How could this Master of Shadows ensnare her, who cared of little else other than the screams of the dying and the tears that mingle with spilt blood on the battlefield. Before this war, Asura would have readily scoffed and dispatched of anyone who had dared to try to tie her down to a cause. She was no caged bird, no marionette on a string, taught to dance at another's hand.

But as she gazed longer at Zephyr, she found herself not caring about what came before. The Corrupt General's strength held much promise, and with Braen's mark upon her, much turmoil would certainly follow.

And for Asura, that was more than enough reason.

"I have no need of extraneous materials to hinder me, My Liege. All I require are my blades and your orders," said Asura, not moving from where she stood.

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