[Asura]

It was not too long before Asura found herself on the battlefield again. But instead of the living, churning, furious mass of bodies locked in combat, there was only a profound quiet and the vermilion dust and sands of the aftermath. The war had drawn to a close. The world was shattered and Zephyr and Fenrir were now together once again. The world was slowly being remade.

She has served her purpose and it was time to move on.

Both sides had received numerous casualties. She was one of the few who knew to a more accurate extent. She watched from the darkness as injured Divine Captains were rushed in after their battles. She followed the trails of blood that lead her directly to the tent of her fellow Corrupt Captains. She even saw the followers of Darberus and Trey mourning outside their respective tents.

But now it was over.

"I would have been satisfied to continue to float in the void." She grit her teeth in frustration. "Why? Why them and not me, you damned fool. Death, you pathetic ingrate. Why do you only visit those who still have something to live for and not me, who has chased you for eons?"

She wandered the empty field, uncaring of the one being who watched from the shadows and the other who steadily approached.