As the sun dipped below the horizon, Vela and Asura found themselves perched on the castle walls, a serene silence enveloping them. The crimson glow of the city below painted a peaceful picture, their intertwined hands squeezed tight, a symbol of their growing bonds.
"Hey, Asura?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember what you told me before? That this life is just a temporary reprieve?" Vela asked, resting her head on Asura's shoulder.
His eyes widened for a moment, feeling her arm grasping his. Asura thought she might have forgotten when he mentioned this in passing. However, he couldn't lie to his wife, turning to look at her beautiful face, dyed a maroon colour from the shrinking sunlight. "Ah, it's true, though it could last a while. There will come more conflict from the north, east or elsewhere."
