Ryu's black cloaked figure stood frozen. Standing on the main road of entry to the core of Looming City, the number of individuals around him wasn't countless, but it was most definitely quite a few.
The wind began to respond to Ryu's emotion, or seemingly lack thereof. It whipped around violently, listening to the hums of his Northern Heavenly Wind.
Ailsa remained silent. There was only so much she could ask of Ryu. At this point in his life, she knew him better than anyone. She could see his thoughts, his struggles, his hopes, his dreams.
Everyday, Ryu would cultivate as though he would die the next. He didn't rest, he didn't do things for enjoyment, he hadn't even attempted to forge relationships.
