There might be one person whom Asura could never contain himself. A person so vile that he almost single-handedly destroyed his life.
'No, that's incorrect. In truth, there were two people.'
A pair that now stood opposite him as his entire body trembled with a fiery rage.
Two people sat upon the throne, the same throne deeply etched in his memory. The throne of Drakkur and the moment of his greatest failure.
"Oh? If it isn't the pathetic cuckold, Asura." A woman's raspy voice sounded as she slowly turned to face him... the black hair and red eyes were almost unmistakable as if it was the Asura from a month ago. "What's the matter? Do you miss your beloved Verana so much you come to embarrass yourself again?"
'It's not her... it's the woman from the throne!'
