The torrential rain continues to fall, drop by drop, ceaselessly.
The sky, apart from nighttime, remains a dim gray at all other times.
The oppressive atmosphere always gives a sense of unease.
Beneath the unease lies an inexplicable sense of desolation and depression.
This day, weeps for the fallen comrade who once stood shoulder to shoulder with him, grieving and disappointed.
Within the Asura Territory, inside the Asura Main Hall.
In the chambers of the Master of the Main Hall.
The Asura Hall Master, hands behind his back, gazes at a corner of the room.
There, a Divine Weapon Sword prominently hangs.
Purple radiance surges on the sword, crackling with electric flashes.
The power is not very great.
The surging purple radiance wraps around only a few inches of the sword body; the flickering purple electricity buzzes only within a few inches.
Perhaps, this Divine Weapon also mourns, softly lamenting for its former master.
