The world felt fragmented and distorted—various colours spread around like a failed painter's broken canvas and easel. Asura lay in silence, his eyes closed.
However, his dreams were filled with endless memories and images of his past. A meeting with a strange woman from a foreign nation and lost his parents as the world ended. His life as a demon, various memories and shards felt as though they were being gently placed back together by countless delicate hands.
He could feel them, all the women he cared for and adored doing everything they could. They cheered him on, called his name, sang for him and tried to fix his broken soul with their clumsy yet dedicated movements.
'I have to wake up.' Asura thought, his grip tightening in urgency. A surge of desire and energy filled his hazy form in this bizarre mirage of dreams.
'They are waiting for me, all of them... Including Ignis.'
