Asura woke from his fleeting dream, opening his eyes to discover two beauties lying upon his chest, bathing in the morning sunlight.
'It's morning. That dream, those memories... Were they mine?'
He gazed at Mu Xue, her blue hair draped across his chest, watching him with endearing eyes. His memories of death and defeat still lingered. Asura then reached out to stroke her frozen horns.
A bitter cold spread through his fingertips, before the owner clawed his chest like a lonely cat.
"Asura, are you alright? You kept calling my name in your sleep."
Her words snapped him back to reality, watching her beautiful ice-blue eyes with warmth. Asura felt the memories of the strange vision seeping through his fingertips like sand—only the name Muru and her resemblance to Mu Xue remained.
"I think I had a strange nightmare."
