[Asura]

Asura finally returned to base, covered in so much blood that not a single inch of her previously white robes and snowy hair could be seen.

Yet miraculously, her headdress remained completely unscathed.

She hesitated as she touched down on the ground next to Zephyr's tent, but she decided not to accost her General at that time. Her current state was too unstable for anyone to be safe around her. So she turned on her heels and headed back to her rooms, her path marked by trails and footprints of blood.

As she neared her destination, her breathing became haggard as if she was exhausted to her bones. Her hands shook but remained clasped around her unsheathed blades with a vice-like grip. But she was not weary despite the three full days she had spent on the battlefield without rest, alone in the midst of the thickest of the fighting.

She could not remember how many thousands of Divines had died by her hands, but she could feel every swipe of her swords as she whirled through the blessed ranks like a dervish of white and gold. The dance of war trapped her mind and invaded her senses. It had been eons since she had completely unfettered the savage beast contained by her oath to Zephyr.

When she reached her room, barren of everything except for a table with a single lit candle, she sighed and leaned her back against the door.

"Killing is my only reprieve in this ludicrous world. But how many more lives must I take before Death himself comes for me?" she whispered as her sin-stained hair hid her eyes from the rest of the world. "Death, I wish you would arrive soon. There is nothing in existence that would thrill me more than the opportunity to turn you to ash. And yet... you always evade me... always just a few inches out of reach."

General Zephyr... perhaps... that is my curse.