Several hours after the meeting, the cannons began to cease, and Asura headed to his private chamber alone. He gazed at the dreary and cracked walls.
"I should have been more aware of the danger." Asura's voice echoed down the dark hallway like the voice of a ghost.
They avoided lighting too many inner lights during the evening to avoid helping the undead spot the fortress in the darkness. On the first day, they underestimated the enemy, and this beautiful fortress suffered several cannon blasts which destroyed much of its outer walls.
Thus, Asura tried to preserve it as best he could.
'I feel exhausted tonight.'
[*Yawn* Father, I am going to sleep in the tree placed in the courtyard.]
[Find me in the morning, okay?]
Asura smiled gently as the tapping of his feet echoed through the night. A smell of sulphur and coal flowing from the burning battlefield and port.
'I promise, now sleep well.'
