The world was broken... the wonderful citadel was covered in flames. Even the black obelisks showed cracks and damage as Asura's body lay under the final monolith that flickered with embers of flames and strange black plumes.
'Am I dead...? It hurts to think... Even this place is falling apart...'
Asura's body was covered in bloody cracks, his lower body destroyed along with many of his organs, only kept alive by the vigorous healing of his twin hearts. Alas... they were damaged by the torrent of blows from that Stage Four monster that had torn the arteries and veins in various parts of his body.
"Why did you ignore me again... just like last time..." A gentle but scolding tone sounded—the voice was beautiful, like a melody from an angel singing praise.
'Who are you... Why is it so dark?'
