[Asura Palace, Akasha]
I grazed my eyes over the tall mansion of the Asura household.
The palace rose like black stone grown from the earth rather than built.
Tall spires curved like horns toward the sky.
Deep red banners hung between the towers, barely moving in the still air.
Even from outside the gates, the pressure of the place could be felt.
"Most of the family members are well aware of the current situation." Mortis who was standing beside me mumbled. "And they are more than scared."
I nodded my head, not saying anything else.
Given what happened with the other two elf families it was obvious why they were scared.
'…They don't want to be the next in line to get destroyed.'
Mortis began to walk, taking me inside the mansion.
My gaze though shifted back to the young boy who was walking a few steps behind.
Lysander had been silent the entire time during our travel.
He hadn't spoken a word and had been keeping his presence as low as possible.
