Asura leaned on the edge of the stone walls of Utgard. He left Westrin the day before after learning the orcs secured victory through a message orb. This spurred him to return to Utgard to prepare for their next move.
'I cannot linger here forever, and there are too many enemies and things I have to consider.'
[Asura...]
While he stood enjoying the cool air, his gaze watching the more organised knights and warriors fighting with Lucia, Ignis and Lorem. He knew he couldn't afford to be idle or let time slip by, but there was a feeling of stagnation.
However, while lost in the strange quagmire inside his mind. Asura heard a voice he had missed because of how busy he had become over the past few weeks; he hadn't contacted Celine once...
[What's the matter, Celine? You sound different. Are you okay?]
Her voice sounded without energy, a sense of sorrow, but Asura couldn't quite grasp it because of them speaking through their minds.
