"Haa..... ha....."
Vela's body trembled as she stepped forward, her hand grasping her nodachi stained in blood as she looked down at the corpse at her feet.
"Why...?"
A pale-skinned male with crimson eyes. His handsome face looked peaceful as his eyes closed forever.
She just cleared the twentieth floor in a desperate battle that almost caused her to die dozens of times, yet each time she almost lost, the enemy would become gentle and stop his relentless attack...
Her fingers brushed through his raven hair, the long and beautiful strands fading into mana as they returned to the tower of death, causing her to feel emptiness with neither answers nor relief.
'I know it's not him...'
Vela could tell this wasn't her Asura because she didn't stand a chance, even using her manifestation in the real world. However, this Asura was as gentle as the real deal.
"But..."
