Two days after the destruction of Ulvar, a small makeshift campsite and fortress now stood, made from rocks, wooden poles and the remains of the old outer wall.
Asura wanted to fly straight to the capital, and bombard it with flames.
However, the moment he saw Xavida's expression. The worry in her eyes, concern as her lips trembled slightly and her arms shuddering with anticipation that her revenge might finally be ending. He dropped such a selfish thought.
'That's right, although he caused damage to Silvara… the bastard also tore Xavida's family apart.'
He watched her pacing up and down, sometimes gazing at him. Asura could almost feel the air trembling from her unstable aura.
The faint memories of the past, from his previous life when all he could do was read and research. Asura came across rumours that her mother's death wasn't suicide. Rather, it was because of the same man who now coveted his niece.
