Asura felt Mu Xue's hand touch his shoulders.
The cool temperature of her palms soothed his memories of the horrible memories of Azoth's last moments. Being forced to watch the two women he loved most fight to the death as he faded into the darkness was harder than he thought.
Although Asura believed his women needed to have a healthy rivalry, he never wanted to see it escalate to them killing each other.
'I never want them to go that far. I must never become weak or die like Azoth. Then, I should become stronger, no! The strongest existence, so they never have to endure that fate again!'
Asura closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as Mu Xue's delicate fingers brushed along his body, fastening his buttons and adjusting his clothes with adept hands.
'That's right, she has been doing these things for so many years. I can never forget how irreplaceable Mu Xue is to me.'
